However, Vania spoke flatly, “Let’s begin.”
Their interaction was caught on camera, and the netizens were absolutely smitten.
Even better, the cameraman discovered the netizens loved to watch Hanson and Vania interact. Hence, he would cut to them every now and then, and every single time, Hanson would whisper into Vania’s ear while she answered composedly. Because their voices were inaudible, the netizens assumed they were in a heated conversation.
More than that, their side profiles were breathtaking—one cool and the other alluring. It looked absolutely picturesque.
At this point, the netizens had snapped a few screenshots and turned them into gifs.
In reality, Hanson had indeed been whispering into Vania’s ear.
“I’d love to treat you to dinner, Mr. Wright. Would you so kindly give me the honor of doing so?”
Hanson intentionally leaned closer to Vania, making her ear tingle with his warm breath.
Not wanting the netizens to notice her abnormality, Vania purposely sat still, so much so that her body looked unnaturally stiff. “Maybe some other time,” she whispered.
However, their interactions only got the netizens thinking they were flirting, and for that, they began shipping them.
Back at home, Jack checked the time and realized that it was getting increasingly late. His gaze then drifted back to Hanson, who wouldn’t look away from his mommy.
To him, that guy looked like the Big Bad Wolf that spotted Little Red Riding Hood, his eyes glowing red while filled with greed.
Since he was worried about his mother’s safety, he turned to his brothers. “James, you look after Jacob. I’m going to ask Aunt Theresa to take me to pick Mommy up. We can’t let that Devil get what he wants.”
Vania didn’t drive to the hotel, and thanks to Melanie, the event was delayed. Hence, it’d likely be nighttime by the time the event ended.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Hope It's Not Too Late to Love
Please update...