He said slowly, "Killed by my dear uncle himself."
She met his gaze without any sign of panic, her voice coquettish and soft yet emotionless and chillingly cold, "Jimmy Simmons, you truly are inhuman."
She said that.
After finishing her words, she attempted to rise and leave, but Jimmy Simmons reached out and forcefully kept her imprisoned on the swing.
As she tried to distance herself from him, she was forced to tilt her head back, exposing her slender and fair neck.
He was quietly close to her, her fragrance overpowering and filled with a soft sweetness. Looking down, he saw her tightly closed lips and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the cold handrails of the swing.
"You probably don't know that Arnold Simmons is truly not human, that madman." He managed a mocking smile, noticing Hannah's displeasure in her brows and eyes.
She was likely indignant on behalf of her uncle.
