Her words were playful, her eyebrows and eyes full of laughter.
Golden Lotus blinked, not understanding Hannah's teasing words, only feeling that their master seemed to dislike the imperial royalty very much.
By the time it reacted and wanted to say something, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Arnold Simmons walked in, his eyes immediately landed on Hannah, who was putting on makeup. His initially cold expression instantly softened.
He walked over, his tall figure casting a dark shadow that enveloped the delicate little woman, "It's time for lunch."
Hannah put away her small mirror, turned, and affectionately hugged his neck, her head tilting, her eyes gleaming, her voice soft and sweet, "Mr. Simmons, I will be leaving today."
There was reluctance in her words, and a rare soft layer of sadness had settled in her eyes.
It seemed that Arnold Simmons hadn't reacted yet; he slightly furrowed his brows and asked, "Leaving for where?"
