No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 119: Come for a Hug

Hannah sat on the bench, stretching out her hand towards him, cooing, "My foot is twisted and I can’t walk. I need you to come and carry me."

Her soft, sweet voice stood out in the surrounding silence, intertwining with the cool breeze of the night and was carried to Arnold Simmons’ ears.

He shifted his gaze away, darkening his eyes, thereby hiding his emotions.

The driver in the front seat heard their entire conversation. He had been with Arnold Simmons for several years but had never seen any woman by his side.

He was unable to figure out Arnold Simmons’ intentions at once, worrying somewhat that the young girl outside might annoy President Simmons and end being left alone in the desolate outskirts. He braced himself and suggested, "President Simmons, should I help her into the car?"

As soon as the words fell, Arnold Simmons looked up, meeting the driver’s gaze with a tranquil one.

He didn’t utter a word, his gaze was calm, but it could still make one sense a lurking crisis, as if the next moment would swallow them whole.

The driver broke out in a cold sweat, no longer daring to interfere.

The surroundings were silent, and in the next second, Hannah’s clear voice rang out from outside the car. Only this time, it was irritated, "Arnold Simmons!"

The driver’s head sank even lower. He thought the girl outside, oblivious to the situation, might prompt President Simmons to instruct him to drive off.

Instead of receiving an order to "drive away", he heard the sound of a door opening.

Arnold Simmons got out of the car and walked over to Hannah. With his head lowered, he looked down at her from a higher position. Hannah was holding onto a corner of his blazer with her delicate little hand.

The neatly folded corner of his blazer had extra creases due to her gripping, but she seemed to be unaware of that, only raising her head to look at the man in front of her with a grievance, "When I call you, why won’t you answer?"

Arnold Simmons found it amusing but his face remained expressionless, and his voice carried a touch of feigned sternness, "You dare to call me by my first name. Aren’t you afraid I’ll get angry?"

"Would you?" Hannah retorted, blinking, "Then what should I call you? Should I address you as ’Second Master’ like the others? Or should I call you ’President Simmons’? But I think ’Mr. Simmons’ is the best."

As she spoke, she leaned her head against him and nuzzled him softly.

It was as if a kitten was eager to please its master after getting some food.

Arnold Simmons’ gaze was intense, his dark eyes concealing a complicated mix of emotions. He stroked her fluffy head lightly and asked, "Did you sprain your ankle?"

"Hmm." She buried herself completely in his arms, her voice full of suppressed hurt, "It hurts so badly, I can’t walk anymore."

She lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes shining, utterly innocent. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The message was clear.

Come and hold me, come and hold me!

She had an overly fair complexion, as white as snow, eyebrows turned up in a frown, her phoenix eyes wide open. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes carried a hint of allure, beautiful and innocent at the same time. Her cherry lips parted to speak words soft and sweet; who could resist?

Arnold Simmons dropped his gaze, his eyes gently sweeping over her white, slender ankle. His countenance carried a naturally aloof look as he moved his attention away, tapping lightly on Hannah’s forehead with a knuckle. He spoke casually, "You’re too delicate."

Hannah touched her forehead, looking incredulously at the man before her.