She had a dejected look on her face. "I've been away for some years. Seems like things have changed. We're not as close as we used to be anymore."
"Of course things have changed. I have a wife and kids now," Hanson answered happily.
"Um…" Yvonne was already getting used to this. Hanson could end the conversation every time she tried to flirt with him. She was thinking that she was here to be embarrassed, but she adapted to it. "You guys aren't married yet. What would the public think if they heard that?"
"They'll think we're married, of course," Hanson said. The net thinks we're just an unmarried couple. I'd love it if the whole wide world thinks she's married to me. I won't have anyone trying to steal her away then. The last guy still gives me the shivers.
Yvonne wanted to change his mind. She said, "But that's not true."
"Sooner or later it will be," he growled. Hanson would never allow anyone to deny that Vania was his wife.
Yvonne started panicking the moment Hanson got angry. She looked down and stopped talking. It won't do me any good if I make him mad. Does he care about her so much that he would stop me from speaking?
Felicia looked at everyone's faces and finally stepped in. "Mr. Hanson, Ms. Greyson, it's a miracle you guys have so many kids." She was trying to get her hands on some intel now.
"All thanks to him," Vania answered, putting on a sheepish look. "His genes are powerful." Oh, so public affection gets on your nerves? I'll go all out and make it explicit.
"No, it's all thanks to you," he said lovingly. She has given me a lot of surprises.
They put on a show of affection again, and it was an explicit topic too. Felicia and Yvonne exchanged a look. Vania gave birth to all these children?
"You guys sure love each other," Felicia praised. "So the rumors are fake. We thought you guys only started dating lately. Never thought you'd already have kids." She laughed, though it sounded awkward in this situation.
"Someone loves to make assumptions. That's not a good habit," Hanson said calmly, ending the conversation right away.
Felicia and Yvonne knew he was talking about them. They were at a loss for words. Felicia smiled awkwardly and shut up, just in case Hanson killed her.
Jacob waved his menu in the air. "Can we make our orders now, Mommy?" We have a big show to put on.
Vania looked at her son and said gently, "Miss Kepler's treating us. You should ask her. She likes well-mannered children, remember?"
Darn it. She's hitting back at me for calling her a mannerless brute. Yvonne knew that, of course, and she snorted. "You can make your orders," she said curtly.
Jacob held his menu up and smiled at her. "Thank you, Ms. Kepler."
The other kids asked Yvonne for permission as well, then they looked at their menus and mused over what they should order.
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