Chapitre 650: Chapter 650: Good or Bad

Arnold Simmons tightened his grip, steadily rising to his feet. "Are you really not afraid that I might throw you into the sea?"

She tightened her grip and her whisper fell on his ears, "You wouldn't dare."

A single sentence seemed to have roped him in his place.

It made Arnold fall silent.

All he could do was sigh inwardly and scold her coldly, "You're becoming more and more spoiled."

She laughed happily, her eyelashes flickering like twinkling stars in the night sky, her eyes holding a calm pool of water, disturbed only by the gusts of wind that swept away the little sorrow hidden away in her heart.

Hannah rested on Arnold's shoulder, musing after a long while, "Actually, I really live on a star."

A soft whisper carried away by the sea breeze.

Still falling upon his ears.

His strides never ceased, the boundless night reflected in his eyes, just silently listening to the shallow breathing by his side, smelling the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.