Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 447

Chapter 451

Hanson reckoned Vania had an exhausting night last night. I think I should carry her instead of letting her walk and whatnot.

Meanwhile, Vania was looking at the tweet Hanson published.

He wants to collaborate with me? Hanson can't have discovered my alias so quickly, can he?

'I've arrived, darling.'

Vania couldn't help grumbling when she saw the text notification from Hanson. So fast?! What did he come in, a plane?

Just as she was about to tell him she would be down in a minute, her office door was pushed open.

"Darling." Hanson's voice was as sweet as honey, and being no stranger to her office, he went straight to his spot on the couch like this was his office.

Vania put her phone away at that and sorted out the files on her desk while asking with a smile, "Why have you suddenly decided to also fund AllDayPatatay's work?"

Hanson got up, walked up to Vania, and carried her in his arms while he sat down on her chair. "Because I believe in my wife's vision."

He couldn't shake off the feeling that his beloved wifey would be giving him another surprise.

"Smooth-talker."

Vania created some distance between their faces, for she couldn't help feeling unsafe to be close to him.

Then again, she was in his arms, so her attempt was pretty much useless.

"C'mon, do you not think you're my lucky charm?" At that, Hanson gave her an eager peck on the cheek.

Ever since having Vania in his life, his business profited by the day. However, the self-control he had always been so proud of was weakening by the day. "Darling, let's go home now."

Dispassionate? Self-control? Aloof? Celibacy? None of it was worth anything in front of Vania, and surely there was nothing in this world that could beat his wife and their not-so-little family.

Vania, on the other hand, didn't want to reply to any of his words, nor did she want to go home. This man was too scary.

She glared at him with feigned anger upon meeting Hanson's lewd gaze. However, that glare got him restless in an instant.

After last night, he thought Vania was even more womanly and her every action and gaze could ruffle his mind for good.

He swore he must have been poisoned by a substance named Vania Greyson, and there was no cure to this poison, nor did he want to be cured of it.

"Darling…" he mumbled. "I don't want to go home anymore."

Her face instantly flushed crimson, and she broke free from his embrace at once. Does this man even remember that we're still in the office?! "Home, now!" she ordered gravely.



If they continued to stay in this office, who knew just what sort of PG18 stuff would happen next?!

In contrast, she would be much safer at home. After all, their seven babies were at home.

Hanson chucked upon seeing his wife being pissed off and behaved less indecently. However, his voice was still laced with titillation when he spoke. "I'll carry you, darling."

"N-No need." Vania rejected his offer at once, believing this man was too dangerous for her own good. It was best that they did not have any physical contact.

"Your legs aren't fine. You can rest in my arms."

While speaking, Hanson's eyes were riveted on Vania's legs. Who knew just what sort of PG18 scenes were playing in that lewd mind of his?!

Vania instantly knew whatever he was thinking, it wouldn't be good when she saw his gaze, and her mind drifted elsewhere all of a sudden. For some reason, her knees felt weak, but she still stopped him assertively. "No, I can walk just fine."

Her legs were working perfectly fine, no problem at all. It was in his arms instead that she believed she would be in grave danger.

"No, you can't." Hanson stopped arguing with her, for he knew nothing would come of their argument even if they argued until the next morning.