Dylan, who had been paying attention to Vania all this while, turned his head and was surprised to see Hanson in person.
They're on good terms. The employee's words rang in his head and aroused mixed feelings in him.
Under Hanson's presence, however, he greeted politely without conscious volition, "President Luke, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Hanson neither responded nor nodded in return as though Dylan wasn't there to begin with. Instead, Hanson took a sip of the milk tea placed in front of Vania, after which he wiped his lips with a handkerchief. "Anything you wanna eat?"
She was baffled by his abrupt actions. He's asserting dominance, isn't he?
In order not to infuriate Hanson, she smiled brightly. "I would like to have another serving of tiramisu."
Her gentle voice clearly implied how close their relationship was, and Dylan's brows frowned tighter at them, who were acting like they were in their own world.
Besides that, he was also extremely uncomfortable when he heard her respond to Hanson. Never once had he heard her speak to him in such a manner.
Nevertheless, Dylan knew that it wasn't the time to throw a tantrum as he had other important matters to settle. Slightly agitated, he interrupted the couple, "Vania, there's something important that I have to tell you."
"Oh?" She snorted and shifted her gaze to him, acting like she had just realized his presence. With a dubious voice, she replied, "Didn't the receptionist tell you? What a remiss worker. She should be punished."
Her languid response insinuated how much she didn't care about the important business, though clearly knowing what it was.
Frowning, Dylan gazed at her with embittering eyes. His pitiful act made her snort and turn away in repugnance.
Dylan, who knew not how to give up, persisted. "I thought that we were close."
Vania looked at him and placed a finger before her lips. "Shh… Some things shouldn't be said explicitly. Since when were we close? It was just an arranged marriage formed by our families. And you were the one who called it off. We were never close. Never."
Then, her sarcastic attitude took a one-eighty as she stared at Hanson deeply. "My man is right here by my side. You shouldn't say things that might cause misunderstandings."
The ire in Hanson, which was fueled by Dylan's sinister intentions, was appeased by Vania's words at once.
Even so, Hanson set down the cup onto the table with a loud clunk due to displeasure before fumbling the ring on his finger on purpose.
Dylan averted his attention toward Hanson due to the noise and his gaze followed the fumbling fingers.
While Dylan was trying to contain his surprise upon noticing the couple's ring, Vania simply found it hilarious when Hanson attempted to assert his dominance at every chance he saw.
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