No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1559: Prepared for It

"They only need a ruler, it could be me, it could be someone else."

By saying that, he had made it clear he was already prepared.

Prepared for what?

Prepared to leave.

When he had crawled out of the abyss, he had already planned for his future.

Everything revolved around Hannah.

If she liked the Nine Realms, it would be their future home.

If she didn’t, he would leave with her.

For someone like him, power and status had long ceased to be important; he didn’t need these two things to prove himself.

Hannah understood the meaning in Arnold Simmons’s eyes. She chuckled, her eyes reflecting the bright sunlight from above and the beautiful Floras.

"Arnold, you really are like a befuddled king."

She teased him with the same words she had used on Blue Star.

Arnold nodded generously in agreement, "Mm, you’re right."

He lowered his head and gently nudged her cheek with his forehead, appearing as an affectionate large animal, unabashedly showing his softest side, "Hannah, let me be with you, you promised."

Hannah tried to pull back because of the tickling sensation but was tightened in his embrace, unable to escape. She could only smile and say, "When did I ever say that?"

"On Blue Star," he bent down again, burying his face in her neck, "You said that you would allow me to stay by your side forever."

His memory was excellent, especially when it came to matters concerning Hannah.

He wanted to hold on to every word she said, every smile she had.

Hannah had no way to deal with Arnold when he was being so clingy. She couldn’t resist and reached out to mess up his black hair. "Arnold, you’re so clingy."

She laughed tenderly, her words sounded like a complaint, yet it was filled with affection.

She liked him just like this.

Arnold, as if a pressure point had been unlocked, leaned closer towards Hannah.

All the couples they had seen before had the girl leaning into the boy’s embrace acting spoiled, but with Hannah and Arnold, it was the opposite.

"Hannah," Arnold called her name softly, once, then changed it.

He began to call her "Hannah."

One after another, his low voice and warm breath almost wholly caressed her ear, making her cheeks blush.

"Arnold!" Hannah shrank back, "That tickles."

Arnold then raised his head, but his arms embraced her even tighter.

He said, "This time, I will definitely follow you."

Last time was an accident because he wasn’t prepared, but this time would be different.

Hannah sighed, knowing she couldn’t stop him.

She leaned forward into his embrace, then looked up at him with curved eyes, "Arnold, do you think I’m like a femme fatale who stops the king from holding court?"

The person in his arms was laughing brightly and coquettishly, like an early spring peach blossom, its dew imbued with a hint of pink.

Irresistibly inviting.

Arnold lowered his head, his scorching palm gently cradling her soft, white cheek, his nose lightly touching hers, a low chuckle in his voice, "Not at all."

He pulled back slightly, pinched her soft cheek, his eyes brimming with undisguised mirth and affection.

Hannah reached out to embrace his entire being, acting spoiled, her voice so soft it warmed the ears, "Why not, am I not pretty enough?"

A deadly question.

But Arnold was not flustered as before, the smile still in his eyes, "No, because you are my queen."