Her Seven Little Bodyguards novel Chapter 8

Melanie’s angry outburst only added fuel to the incoming attacks, and she soon covered her face and hurriedly jumped into the car with a scream. “Go quickly!”

When the car started to move, Melanie’s face twisted as she looked at the bruises on her body. “I’m so pissed. That b*tch Vania must’ve planned this!”

Suddenly, the car came to a stop.

“What now?!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Melanie. There’s a flat tire!”

Melanie vented her anger on the driver. “How did you even look after the car to not know about a flat tire? Tell me, what should I do now?”

Knowing that it was his negligence, the driver could only lower his head and apologize, “Miss Melanie, it’s my fault. I’ve already called for another car to pick you up, and they’ll be here soon.”

Looking at the car that had broken down halfway, the three children glanced at each other with satisfied smiles.

Back in Luke Estate, Melanie immediately tidied herself up after returning to the villa, returning to her usual gentle and proper appearance in an instant. With a glance at the closed study on the third floor, she went to the door of the study with a bowl of fresh soup and, after taking a deep breath, pushed the door open to let herself in. “Hanson, I’ve cooked some soup for you. Why don’t you take a break before you continue?”

Normally, Hanson wouldn’t have raised his head at all, but this time, he placed the documents in his hand down and raised his head to look at the woman in front of him.

His gaze delighted Melanie, and she pretentiously flicked her hair. Her long hair fell freely down her shoulders, and her skin that wasn’t covered by her pink bathrobe was pale and tender, while she wore some light makeup. Her appearance was extremely sultry, enough to attract anyone who looked at her.

However, the man in the distance frowned subconsciously, his expression filled with disdain. Her strong perfume was too pungent, and the way she was dressed made her look cheap. Her looks couldn’t even come close to that woman, Vania.

At that thought, Hanson was taken aback. Why did that woman suddenly appear in his thoughts? In particular, the way his body heated up for reasons unknown to him made him even more irritated.

His gaze turned cold as he looked at the pretentiously coy Melanie in front of him. “Get out.”

The smile slipped off Melanie’s face. This shouldn’t be happening. Wasn’t there a reaction in his gaze earlier? Why did he change so suddenly?

“Hanson…” She hurriedly placed the tray down and went forward to hug Hanson. However, before she could get close to him, he blocked her advances, sending her falling to the ground haphazardly.

Hanson’s germaphobia made his brows furrow tautly as he picked up a wet towel and fiercely wiped the scent of perfume off his hand. Then, he said coldly, “Don’t forget your standing.”

Melanie shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. “Hanson, please don’t reject me. I really like you, you know?” Looking at his icy yet handsome features, she gritted her teeth and began to take off her bathrobe. “Hanson, I’m begging you.”

Not even wanting to spare her another glance, Hanson turned around in disgust and left. When he reached the door of the study, he stopped in his steps and uttered in a low voice, “This is the last time. If you do this again, you know what will happen.”

Saying that, he slammed the door shut.