Arnold Simmons lifted his hand to hold his young lady's cheek gently, delivering a kiss as he indulged her with a hoarse voice, "Don't tease."
Hannah pouted, "I'm not."
Her delicate hand gently moved downwards, until it was effortlessly captured by Arnold.
He lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand, "It's already very late."
Hannah nodded, "Indeed, late at night when all is quiet is the best time for naughty things. Be it the windowsill, balcony, couch, or floor, I can do it all."
She said it as if she was completely serious.
Arnold could not help but chuckle, carrying her in his arms as he walked towards the room, "You have a lot of appointments tomorrow. Shall I have Taylor cancel a few for you?"
Even though he was "dead", it didn't affect the power Arnold held in his hand at all. In fact, it was even greater now. The Simmons Clan was now merely a toy in his hands.