No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 79: Could He Be Unfaithful?
The girl’s voice lilted softly, reciting words from a Kun opera. The sound of her voice, sensual and mellifluous, held a special charm under the ambiguity of the night.
Following a beat, the man caught the implication in Hannah’s words. Even a man as cavalier as him couldn’t suppress the warmth that spread upward. His face flushed, a delicate rouge tint spread to his earlobes, as if obscured under a red veil.
The individual who ordinarily disregarded the world like an emperor had wholly been dethroned.
The spots where their skin touched seared like burning fire, the scorching temperature nibbling at his remaining sanity bit by bit, spreading along the skin and into the veins.
The man lowered his gaze to the girl’s fetching face, her eyes lit up with a mischievous smile, akin to a cat who had just stolen a fish, relishing at her own claws gleefully.
His prior sense of loneliness was swept clean with the girl’s teasing.
Who had time for storytelling now?
Loosening his grip, a strong arm fell around the girl’s waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace. Like the softness of spring water, the girl collapsed gently into his arms.
Lowering his head, their gazes met.
Hannah intentionally stood on her tiptoes, leaning towards the man’s thin lips. The distance between the two was minimal. Her lips parted slightly and the sound of her soft laughter filled the space.
She laughed at him, saying, "Mr. Simmons, your ears are red."
The man’s face hardened, his arm tightened to the point of nearly breaking her waist. He loosened his grip only slightly when he heard her let out a small cry in pain.
That he would confide in someone was a rare occurrence. Unexpectedly, he found himself unbalanced and aroused.
Being stuck in the middle, he feared the girl noticing his unusual condition and becoming her laughing stock.
Arnold Simmons’ voice had already gone hoarse from the frisson. Despite not having done anything yet, he sounded like he had been satiated, "Once a man is yours, he may not necessarily be cherished. Are you certain you’ve thought it through?"
Hannah’s laughter was sensual, yet her eyes reflected his image clearly. "Mr. Simmons, wouldn’t be a heartbreaker, would he?"
Arnold Simmons replied mildly, "Who knows, I’ve never tried."
Their position was intimate at the top, yet maintaining some distance below. Hannah moved slightly, noticing a fleeting discomfort on the man’s face. Her amusement deepened as she prepared to glance down, but the man held her face in his hands.
She teased, "Turns out Mr. Simmons is such a prude, isn’t he?"
Without a change in his expression, the man’s solid height advantage confined the girl completely in his embrace. The tight space rendered him more intimidating. With a gritted tone, he said, "If you were mute, I might have fallen for you already."
Hannah shook off her amusement, realizing that Arnold Simmons was hinting at something. The mischievous smile on her face instantly faded half-way, while a hint of anger could be seen in her clear, cat-like eyes.
Lifting her foot to tread on Arnold Simmons’ instep, she found herself being lifted horizontally off the ground in the very next second.
The sense of weightlessness had her subconsciously clutching the man’s neck. Her face still startled, she asked, "Arnold Simmons, what are you doing?"
Ever since Arnold Simmons fully took over the Simmons Group, no one dared to call him by his full name. But this small young lady dared to.
Her temper didn’t care about how much he was respected, she called him what she wanted as long as it made her feel good.
But that soft, mellow sound of her voice didn’t sound angry at all. Instead, it sounded as if she was acting coquettishly, which tickled the listener’s heart.
