"Why should I do that?" Yvonne couldn't understand, nor did she want to change how she addressed Hanson.
Because of his relationship with Thomas, Hanson explained with rare patience, "I'm a married man. It's out of place for you to address me like that."
Since Vania had brought up Yvonne's issue to him, he naturally needed to draw a line.
"But Hanny—"
"For the last time, I don't want to hear you calling me that ever again." Hanson interrupted her coldly, and his voice turned unrelenting as well.
His anger startled Yvonne a little, for she had never seen him this upset.
"Sorry, I'll keep that in mind," she apologized instantly, knowing she shouldn't piss him off anymore at this time.
"In that case, can we still be on a first-name basis?" she asked with unyielding conviction, her tone filled with unconcealable dejection.
Either way, she refused to put a distance between them.
"Whatever," Hanson answered monotonously, turning a blind eye to her sadness.
"H-Hanson." Yvonne's heart pounded after attempting her new address toward Hanson.
She had never been nervous whenever she called him 'Hanny', but now that she was calling him by his actual name, she got nervous instead.
On the other hand, Hanson didn't respond to her at all. He scooped some food onto Vania's plate, taking care of her like she was a toddler.
At this point, Thomas had gotten a good picture of the situation. He turned to Yvonne and said softly, "Yvonne, you're not a child anymore. Technically, he's considered your older brother. It's impolite of you to address him like that."
Thomas had basically taken his stand.
Even Thomas isn't siding with me? Yvonne looked somewhat bemused toward her brother. "Thomas, you—"
"Alright, eat up. The food's getting cold."
It was the second time Thomas spoke up and stopped what Yvonne was about to say.
Yvonne had wanted to use this gathering to give Vania a hard time. But judging by the current situation, it was probably not possible anymore.
The dinner ended with the guys' conversation, and Hanson took such good care of Vania that she was stuffed.
"Come on, let's have a match." Thomas eagerly urged Hanson to join him in a friendly fight.
It was something they would do every time they met up. This time, however, was particularly important as it was the ultimate match to decide who would rule over the other.
"Darling, do you want to validate our match?" Hanson didn't want to part with his beloved wife.
"I have faith in you. I'm sure you'll win." Vania had great faith in her man.
Seeing how biased Vania was toward Hanson, Thomas chuckled smugly, "Be careful, though—you might have to eat your words. If Hanson loses, you'll have to also regard me as your big brother."
"Don't worry, fratellino, I'll be looking forward to when you call me cognata tomorrow. I'll be sure to prepare you a gift. It's going to be a good one," Vania said with utter confidence.
Hanson absolutely loved Vania's smug look, and he ruffled her hair affectionately. "Wait for my good news in the hotel."
"Okay."
Yvonne instantly beamed after hearing Vania wasn't going with them. "Thomas, I want to join you guys."
With Vania out of the picture, she could be alone with Hanson for a while!
But to her dismay, Thomas rejected her request. "You've just landed today. Go and get some rest. I'll be staying for a long time this time."
"I'm not tired. I want to join you guys." There was no way Yvonne was going to miss this chance.
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