Her cheeks imdiately puffed up, and the sullen expression on her face made Arnold Simmons quickly reach out again to rub them for her.
Only then did Hannah feel satisfied, and she humd lightly, "I’m just being prepared."
Arnold’s hands paused for a mont, but then he beca even more gentle, "If I were really like what you think, would you abandon ?"
A tone that sounded inexplicably like a complaining wife.
Hannah looked into his eyes, and then shifted her gaze to view the expansive scenery outside the window, "I don’t answer hypothetical questions."
Arnold stared at the profile of the woman in his arms, and the smile on his lips suddenly faded. He pursed his lips and stopped the movent of his hands.
He didn’t speak, but the unhappiness was written all over his eyes.
Hannah turned to look at him, and now it was her turn to feel helpless.
The longer they were together, the more she seed to discover another side of Arnold.
Jealous, sotis petty like a child, and given to asking for affection. Even though he always had a cold expression on his face while doing these things, she could still feel it.
Nothing like the lofty and indifferent image he had when he leaned against the couch when they first t, and certainly nothing like the cold deanor he had when he said her eyesight was bad.
After a few seconds of silence, Hannah finally compromised and hugged the man’s waist, coaxing him in return, "I won’t."
He wasn’t reassured and stared into her eyes to ask again, "Really?"
Hannah gently pecked his cheek, "Mhm, I won’t."
The man was satisfied and pulled her into an embrace, leaning down to kiss her.
Rushed and fierce, with a strong dominance, yet his movents were careful.
He placed her at the very top of his heart and did not want to part from her for a mont.
When it was ti for Hannah to go record the show, Arnold simply stayed at ho.
He escorted her to the door, his face not showing much, standing in the distance watching like a bride waiting for her husband to return ho.
As soon as Hannah turned around, that was the sight she saw of him.
Between the fine rain, even his figure seed blurred.
She changed direction, walking back toward him, and then stood right in front of him, tossing the umbrella she had at the doorway.
Then, reaching up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.
He gladly yielded to her pull, savoring that touch of crimson.
"I’ll be back very soon," she whispered softly in his ear.
Arnold held her hand, "Mm, I’ll wait for you."
"I’m off."
Hannah raised her umbrella, stepped into the rain, and then waved at him.
They both had their own things to do, but their hearts were in sync, and such rare tenderness was reserved for one person alone.
Not until the car that carried Hannah was out of sight did Arnold turn and enter the villa.
His heavy workload awaited him, revealing his other side only when he saw her.
*
Jack Stewart walked with Hannah toward the recording building, introducing her to the several regular guests of the program along the way.
There were singers with a bit of fa in the industry after several years, as well as professional college students who had just participated in competitions.
Lily Davis was among the most popular contestants, and although she had just debuted from a program this year, she was a music academy student with superior conditions on all fronts.
There was just one thing: she was quite arrogant.
In a local station’s program, an internet celebrity like Hannah naturally received far less preferential treatnt and privileges, and she had to share a resting room with the others.
It was probably just after everyone had returned, so the door to the resting room wasn’t closed tightly. Annoying voices of discussion ca from inside.
"Can just anyone be on our show now? Hannah Winter is just an idol, hyped by fans. What skill could she possibly have? Sharing a stage with her, I feel like I’m losing my value."
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