Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716

That poison was the result of many years of research. Even the Great Chemist wouldn't be able to detoxify it, or else Hanson wouldn't experience the episode this time either.

With his brows snapped together, Eddie waved his hand, indicating that Brandon should stop talking and leave.

Immediately, Brandon kept quiet and quickly left the room.

…

On the other hand, Hanson had already blocked all the news about him, so no one knew what his condition was now.

His company was still operating as usual without any negative news. And the staff of his company was as usual as well, not spreading any rumors.

However, it was totally different on the internet. The netizens were taking their guesses and thought that Hanson was involved in an accident. All of a sudden, they started to feel bad for Vania.

'Pity President Greyson and her young children. How did President Luke get involved in the accident? Candle emoji.'

'There's been no news about President Luke for so long. I think something bad really happened. Candle emoji.'

No one knew from whom this news started spreading, but Vania and Hanson's Twitter were filled with candle emojis at once.

Fortunately, there were still some who were rational. Their comments stood out from the candles.
























'Aren't you guys afraid that President Luke will return someday later after saying such things?'

'There's no official news yet, but the rumor is just spreading like wildfire. I really hope that President Luke can remediate these unscrupulous netizens.'

But these rational comments were lost in the candles within seconds.

At this moment, Hanson had been transferred secretly back home. Looking at the comments on the internet, he really wanted to prove himself, but it was still not time yet. So, he could only use this strength, which he had no place to let off on his little wife.

When Vania came home after work, she was carried by Hanson into the room before she even had the time to get changed. He pushed her against the wall and said, "Are you tired, President Greyson? Let me give you a massage."

From his tone, anyone could tell that he meant other things. It was especially so from his expression, that his ulterior motives could be seen right away.

It had already been a week since the last time he had fun, so he needed to get his cravings satisfied. Little did he know that his beloved wife, Vania, refused him with the excuse that he needed rest. Woe is me! She rejected me again!

However, he was feeling sulky since he was just pretending to be sick. His body was as healthy as usual. There was even a fire named desire that he couldn’t put out without some assistance. Somebody! Put out the flames before it consumes me!

Does he want to give me a massage? Vania looked at Hanson's super obvious expression and scoffed in her heart. It'll only make me more tired if he massages me.

So, she reached out her hand and patted his shoulder. "You're a patient now. Go stay in bed."

The reason she was still calling him a patient was just to mock him. After all, he had been using his illness as an excuse to let her feed him every day.

"You should already know whether I'm sick." He stared at Vania with his sparking eyes, as though fire was going to emit from his eyes.

"Oh." Vania tapped his chin. "Since you're not sick, I won't feed you from now on then."

"What?" Hanson wasn't willing to give up on that. So, he thought, Should I keep the feeding benefit or exercise my 'power'?

He was struggling inside as to which to choose. After some time, he decided to exercise his 'power'. The feeding could still be planned in the future.

Hanson, who had already made his choice, said frankly, "I think I can eat my own meals without help."