No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1761: Arnold Simmons Extra (127)

Arnold Simmons chose a seat near the middle and toward the back. The surrounding seats were empty, and as the screen lit up, the entire theater fell silent.

Hannah watched intently, holding a large bucket of popcorn in her arms. Whenever the movie reached an exciting moment, she would gasp in amazement, just like a little kid.

Her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide open, reflecting the images on the screen, as though all the innocence and wonder of a fairytale had been captured in her expression.

Arnold Simmons looked at her, unable to stop the smile forming on his lips. Even when he tore his gaze away, it would wander back to her within a minute.

He enjoyed watching her silly, happy expression far more than the movie itself.

She even forgot to chew the popcorn in her mouth, her entire focus glued to the screen.

Arnold Simmons reached over to pinch her soft-looking cheek and gently reminded her, "Your popcorn’s about to fall."

Hannah jumped in surprise and quickly clutched her popcorn bucket tightly.

Arnold Simmons couldn’t help but chuckle.

Since they were in the theater, he didn’t laugh out loud.

Hannah soon realized she’d been tricked by him.

Puffed up with indignation, her cheeks swelled, but she couldn’t bear to take her eyes off the screen. All she could do was stretch out a hand to swat at him.

Her soft little slap landed on his thigh without any force at all, but he still caught her hand.

Hannah felt so annoyed.

It hadn’t even been that long, and the Arnold Simmons who used to blush at her teasing was gone.

Her little white rabbit had turned into a big bad wolf, hiding beneath the guise of a gentle pup.

Seeing that the young woman was genuinely a bit upset, Arnold Simmons coaxed her softly, "My bad, focus on the movie. I won’t tease you anymore."

"You were the one teasing first," Hannah shot him a quick, reproachful glare.

Arnold Simmons immediately caved. "Yes, it was me, it was me—" His attention shifted to the two clumsy bears onscreen. "It was me being too childish."

Hannah didn’t quite catch his meaning and responded like a parent offering guidance to a child, "You need to be quiet and watch the movie."

With that, she grabbed another handful of popcorn and popped it into her mouth, focusing back on the screen.

Arnold Simmons could only hold back his laughter.

The movie was about two hours long, and by the time they left the theater, it was nearly 8 o’clock.

Hannah still seemed reluctant to leave.

Arnold Simmons took out a wet wipe and delicately wiped her lips. "If you like it, we can come watch again tomorrow."

Hannah thought about it but eventually shook her head. "Never mind. Watching something you like too many times makes you stop liking it."

She said it so seriously, as if she was speaking from experience.

Arnold Simmons tossed the wet wipe into a nearby trash can, bought her a bottle of water, and twisted the cap open for her. "If you watch something too many times, you’ll stop liking it?"

Hannah took two sips and met his deep, dark eyes, not sensing anything unusual. She nodded, "That’s right."

Arnold Simmons lowered his head to meet her gaze and asked, "What about me?"

"Huh?" Hannah froze for a moment before quickly catching on. "You’re different."

"How am I different?"

"You’re not something I like."

Hearing this, Arnold Simmons felt his heart stop for a second.

Luckily, the young woman hadn’t finished her thought. "You’re not the same. You’re my favorite."

"Like" and "favorite"—anyone could tell which one carried more weight.

Arnold Simmons tried to suppress his smile but found himself too happy to succeed. In the end, he simply pulled the young woman in front of him into his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Mm, I’m your favorite."

There were people around watching them.

Hannah buried her head in Arnold Simmons’s chest, leaving only the top of her fluffy head visible.