No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 139: Not Hitting for Three Days
He looked down at her, gently patting her back, and coldly said, "Spoiled."
She didn’t care, just nestling in his arms, mumbling complaints.
He gave in helplessly, cradling her into the room.
Once the door closed, Hannah was finally satisfied. She pointed at the large balcony outside the living room and coquettishly commanded, "I want to go there."
Arnold Simmons didn’t move, he lowered his head, gazing at the girl in his arms with a deep gaze and a cold smirk.
"If you don’t want to go, then we don’t have to." Hannah backed down, obediently staying in the man’s arms, her hands tightly clutching his white shirt.
The previously smooth shirt was now filled with creases from her grasp, even the collar button was ripped off. She lifted her gaze, landing on the man’s lean jawline, not daring to meet his eyes.
Arnold Simmons tightened his arms, staring at the girl in his embrace, feeling her soft and chilly skin under his large warm palm.
The next moment, he let go and tossed her onto the sofa.
The man’s sudden action startled Hannah. She scrambled up from the sofa, hair all disheveled, and gave him a particularly resentful look.
Arnold Simmons paid her no mind. He unbuttoned his wrist cuff and made a particularly indifferent comment, "You’re spoiled when not disciplined."
Hearing this, the young girl withdrew her hand that was about to reach out, hugging her knees tightly, looking like an abandoned kitten. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Underneath her messy hair, her eyes were especially bright, gazing intently at the man before her, she murmured, "I just wanted you to spoil me a bit."
Arnold Simmons glanced at her without saying a word.
Hannah shrank her neck, softly asking, "Will Mr.Simmons stay here overnight?"
As she finished speaking, she blinked; her little skirt having been lifted halfway in the earlier struggle, revealing her long legs and delicate shoulders.
Arnold Simmons averted his gaze, sitting next to the girl. He took out a lighter from his pocket and played with it, "Why so, hoping for me to stay?"
Hannah immediately cuddled up to him, hugging his arm and rubbing her head against him in a flattering manner, "Of course, I have to keep an eye on my generous man like you. If you get taken away by other girls outside, I would be too late to cry."
While saying that, she really pretended to sniffle and wipe away her tears.
Arnold Simmons instantly saw through her act, pushed her head aside, "That trick doesn’t work on me."
"Why doesn’t it work?" Hannah moved closer again with a coquettish smile on her face.
She lifted her head, looking at the man’s profile, her eyes were as charming as the tender moonlight. Her black hair, fair skin, red lips, and the faint fragrance from her body, every single part of her was tempting the man beside her.
Yet she seemed naively unaware, her eyes always so clear.
Every minute spent with the girl was torturous because he was constantly suppressing himself.
Arnold Simmons leaned back on the sofa, with his white shirt already loose from the girl’s tugging. The stormy darkness in his eyes seemed to be on the verge of bursting out.
As their gazes met, a hot breath spread between them, scorched the man’s remaining sanity.
Hannah reached out her hand, and seemingly accidentally, her pale and cool fingertips lightly touched the man’s chest, her voice was sweet and seductive, "What is Mr.Simmons afraid of?"
