No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1680 Arnold Simmons Extra (46)

Then, carefully lifting the lid, he took out Little White, and placed the little girl doll from his hand in its stead.

Once again, they were a pair.

She sat in the chair, cradling her face in her hands, her smile sweet, "Don’t you find them adorable?"

Arnold glanced over, "Not cute."

"Not cute?" Hannah picked up Little White and placed it next to Arnold’s face for comparison, "Don’t you think this Little White resembles you?"

Little White’s round eyes were smiling broadly, its naive appearance endearing.

Arnold cast a glance at Little White in Hannah’s hands and couldn’t help but laugh, "How so?"

Hannah moved closer, pointing at Little White’s eyes, "Right here, the eyes are the most similar."

Arnold looked again, but his gaze did not fall on Little White; instead, it landed on Hannah’s face.

The sky was overcast, with the anticipated rain yet to start, instead, a cool breeze had picked up, bringing a rare chill. In the park, some elderly folks were exercising, others were singing.

The sounds drifted over from the direction of the lake.

Hannah continued to study Little White in her hands, evidently infected by its smile, her own lips curving upwards, laughter spilling into her clear, black and white eyes.

Like stars in the sky, the night growing deeper yet still twinkling brightly.

Unalike him, born into a struggle within the murky marshes, stained in inky darkness.

Arnold curled his lips slightly, suppressing the emotion in his eyes and reverted to his usual nonchalant persona, "You like them?"

"I do." Hannah placed the two porcelain dolls together, facing each other.

Arnold said, "If you like them, they’re yours."

Hannah paused momentarily, looking up at the young man who had stood up, "You don’t want them?"

Arnold glanced at the weather, "Pack them up well, I’ll take you back."

Rain was imminent.

Since the two dolls belonged to a set, they only had one small gift box between them.

Hannah packed her doll first, still holding the smiling Little White in her hand, asking Arnold one last time, "Are you sure you don’t want it?"

Arnold slung his backpack over his shoulder, "Too childish, not suitable for me."

None were suitable.

"Alright then." Hannah said nothing more and packed away the little white dog.

The sky seemed to darken further, heavy clouds bearing down, obliterating any glimpse of daylight, resembling an early night.

Many people in the park had dispersed, and those who remained were hurrying along.

The ground’s fallen leaves were whisked into the air by the wind. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Hannah followed behind Arnold, using his height as a shield against the chilly wind.

She walked with her head lowered, unaware even when Arnold stopped.

The young man reached out, pulling the person behind him to his side, "Looks like we can’t go anywhere now."

"Is it going to rain?" Hannah looked at the thick clouds on the horizon.

The dark clouds moved toward them, casting shadows as if night was falling.

Arnold nodded and, taking her hand, they quickly stepped into a nearby building.

No sooner had they entered than the skies opened, unleashing a deluge.

As if a great hole had been torn in the heavens, the rain crashed down heavily and densely, the curtain of water blurring the view outside.

The heavy rain soaked the ground, while people seeking shelter nearby hustled to close the door.

"Got caught in the rain?" Arnold, holding Hannah’s hand, led her to a corner, bending down to look at her.

She was still clutching the small gift box in her arms, carefully protecting it.