"Of course, it's also possible that I'm just not that important to Mr. Simmons, so..."
The rest of her words were thoroughly sealed by the man before she could speak them.
The sudden closeness of a familiar scent at the tip of her nose made Hannah's eyes gleam with joy, as she gazed at the man in front of her, it wasn't until this moment that his eyes truly shone with the brilliance of the moonlight.
It was so beautiful that Arnold Simmons had to repeatedly soften his movements.
After a while, Hannah pulled back a bit, her eyes misty with a thin layer of moisture, yet they seemed especially clear because of a faint light shining in them.
She asked him, "Arnold, do you really dislike them that much?"
The man looked up, the smile at the corner of his mouth so slight it was as if it would return to calmness in the next second, "Who?"
Hannah pouted, complaining in a coquettish tone, "You know who I'm talking about."
