Hannah looked skeptical, puffing out her cheeks.
She was so petulant, if anything she said displeased her, she started to sulk and demanded to be coaxed – this made her seem like the one who's enjoying the money and attention.
Arnold Simmons chuckled lightly, repeating patiently, coaxing her, "I don't tell lies."
At least, not to you.
Hannah looked at him, a laugh concealed in her voice, and her eyes, still wet with tears yet now showing a sly glint, as if she was a kitten that had stolen some fish, "Okay, I'll reluctantly trust you."
Arnold stood up and held her in his arms again.
She buried her face in his chest. Her hair messily spread on her face making her cheeks flushed like a high-quality rouge has been applied. She couldn't help but rub her nose.
It was a bit itchy.
Now her nose turned even more red.
Watching her, his gaze deepened, his chin rested near her forehead. Gentle motion, his calloused hand lightly brushed over her nose, carefully caressing.
