Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

chapter-141

It was Vania’s first time in a man’s room, and she felt repulsed. She suddenly remembered that this was Hanson and Melanie’s room, and she did not want to have anything to do with it. Her

Hanson noticed what she was thinking. He came closer to her gradually, only stopping when she was backed against the wall. Hanson then placed his palm on the wall behind her, looking like he was pinning her against it. He whispered into her ear, “The room is mine and mine alone. You’re the first woman in here, and everything in this house is all new. Nobody has touched them before.” Hanson had ordered his men to change everything in the house right after Melanie left.

She could feel him breathing down her neck, and it was ticklish. More importantly, she felt curious about the fact that he was not living with Melanie.

Once again, he saw through her, and he whispered, “I’ve never touched her ever since that accident five years ago.”

Hanson explained himself for the first time in his life. After all, he did not want Vania to misunderstand him. He never liked Melanie, and he never would. Even if she did try a lot of tricks on him, he lost the impulse he had that day five years ago.

Vania was surprised. Putting the problem between him and Melanie aside, just seeing right through her thoughts like they were nothing was terrifying enough. On top of that, she always felt a little hot and bothered whenever Hanson was around. That’s dangerous. She refused again, “It’s alright. I borrowed your shirt back in Farville, and I haven’t given it back yet.”

He did not care about that, for it was just a single shirt. Hanson was about to tell her she did not have to give it back, but then he wanted to see her more, so he said, “It’s alright. You can give it back to me when you have the time. I don’t like strangers touching my stuff.”

Aren’t I a stranger? Vania retorted silently and refused his request.

Hanson had no idea she was starting to refuse his advances. He raised his hand and patted her head. “Listen to me and dry your hair, or else you’ll get a cold.” Vania did not move, so Hanson said sternly as if he was spooking a child, “Do you want me to help you instead?”

The overly-intimate behavior was irritating Vania, and she shot him a glare. “I can handle it myself.” With that, she shoved him away and went to the bathroom.

Hanson thought she was just being shy. He sat beside the coffee table, waiting for her to come out.

Meanwhile, Vania dried her hair off as fast as she could. It was fortunate that Hanson had a dryer, and she dried her clothes with that. All she wanted was to leave his place right away. She checked herself one last time and went out after confirming that everything was fine. Nonetheless, she was polite enough not to go downstairs immediately. Instead, she thanked Hanson and said, “Thank you. My hair and clothes are dry now, so I’ll be going home. I’ll give you your shirt back some other day.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Vania had been acting distant since a while ago, but Hanson did not realize it, and he thought it was weird that she was acting so formal with him. He frowned. “I’ve asked the maid to make some honey lemon tea for you. Are you telling me that you don’t even have time for a cup of tea?”