"You used to like him a lot."
There was a slight coolness in the gentle voice.
Hannah sighed helplessly, "You just said it yourself, that was the past. Didn't you also say that my choice in men was poor when we first met?"
Arnold Simmons frowned, "It was bad in the past."
Hannah laughed and comforted him with a soft voice, "Yes, it was bad in the past, it's much better now."
Arnold Simmons was content, holding her and gently rubbing his chin against her head.
Although he only had one drink, meeting her made him feel drunk. The displeasure in his heart could almost be ignored.
Indeed, there was a moment of unease.
As a man himself, he knew very well what George River's intense gaze meant.
He could ignore all other men, except for George River, the man who once captured his little girl's heart.
"Arnold Simmons, I don't like George River."
Soft words reached his ears.
