Arnold Simmons paused and chuckled softly. "I admit I was saying one thing and feeling another."
Hannah didn't make a sound, looking down at their entwined hands, her fingertips lightly moved, brushing over the palm of his hand like an accidental touch, as she softly murmured a sentence, "So, when I flirted with you in the past, your lack of response wasn't because my charm wasn't enough, right?"
Arnold said, "Right."
Every time he saw her, a fire would ignite in his heart, and her flirtations felt like pouring a bottle of oil onto the flames.
It made his whole body uncomfortable.
The restraint he had practiced for the first twenty-six years of his life was ultimately all expended on her.
Yet even so, he found himself defenseless in front of her.
Hannah, delighted by his confession, gently swayed her slender legs, "No wonder, because of you I even doubted myself for a long time. My charm is truly irresistible; so many people like me."
