Hannah pouted, then leaned forward, bringing her face to the man's lips, rubbing lightly, and actively seeking his favor, "I'm not stupid, who else would I find to splash money on me if not you?"
This time, Arnold didn't refuse, and fulfilled his wish with a kiss, sighing softly, "As long as you know."
He embraced her tightly, with a binding strength.
Actually, the girl was so lovely that there were plenty of people who wanted to spend money on her.
A beautiful face, savvy, pure yet seductive, once touched, one couldn't bear to let go.
What really should worry him was himself.
But what of it? She was his.
As long as he didn't let go, others shouldn't even dream of it for the rest of their lives.
*
The Simmons family's old house didn't have the same ancient charm as the River family's old house; it looked more like a hybrid of Chinese and Western, an European-style courtyard, still showing yesterday's luxury.
