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.
