Hannah slowly rose from the man, her soft dark hair slipped from his grasp, finally settling on his chest. She furrowed her brow, her voice soft and sweet, "What happened after you went back to the Simmons family? What happened in those five years?"
The man gently stroked her tender cheek, his gaze deep, "Do you know what others say about me?"
Unscrupulous, ruthless.
Hannah tilted her head as if she perceived his apprehension.
She leaned towards the man, puckered her red lips lightly pecking his chin, her voice even softer, "I don't care."
The man chuckled low, his voice not as indifferent as before, filled with tenderness, "They say I killed someone."
"I don't believe it," Hannah shook her head firmly, suddenly lighting up as if she thought of something, "Even if you're a bad person, you're good to me, so what others say has nothing to do with me."
