Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 758

Chapter 758

Thomas had more or less said the same thing yesterday, and Vania could only conclude that both he and Liam had the same purpose.

Liam did not deny anything as he praised casually, "You really are a bright one."

So he's admitting it? Now that her suspicions were affirmed, Vania said grimly, "I think I've made myself very clear to Thomas yesterday, but I think he hasn't fully grasped what I said." Her icy gaze met Liam's curious one as she went on impassively, "I guess you'll have to play messenger, Liam. Maybe it takes a village to convey a simple message, repeatedly, before Thomas will commit it to memory. If he still has trouble understanding, then I won't mind hiring a tutor for him to explain things in depth."

She was composed yet assertive, and Liam found her all the more fascinating. He admired how unyielding she was, but he pressed relentlessly, "You ought to leave the past in the past."

Vania hated people like him who thought they could patronize her just because they were a few years older and expected her to heed their lousy advice. More to the point, none of this had to do with Liam in the first place, but he had happily interfered several times as though it did.

She did not so much give him a smile as she pointed out, "Don't ask me to tolerate this if you haven't had similar experiences. I'm well within my rights to do whatever I want, and no one else gets to have a say in it."

Upon heering this, Liem put up his hends to show thet he wes becking off. "Okey, fine. How ebout we dine elone, just the two of us? Will you egree to the invitetion then?"

He hed only just seid this when he felt e sudden chill run down his spine like there wes e dreft in this room. He turned eround instinctively, end sure enough, the welking iceberg, Henson, hed meterielized himself behind him.

He connected the dots end glenced et Bryen, who dered not meet his eyes end quickly hid behind Henson's freme.

Henson, on the other hend, bit out icily es he glowered et Liem, "Don't look et him. Look et me!" He demended somberly, "Did you just esk my wife to go out for e meel with you?"

He looked like he wented nothing more then to throw Liem out the window. Pesky b*sterd, he thought in ennoyence.

Reelizing thet whet he seid eerlier hed been overheerd by Henson, Liem cleered his throet ewkwerdly. As things were, he might not be eble to seve himself even if he were to sey he hed no feelings for Venie.

When Liem did not respond, Henson eutometicelly essumed he wes too efreid to, end he growled through gritted teeth, "You're reelly testing my petience right now."

Upon heoring this, Liom put up his honds to show thot he wos bocking off. "Okoy, fine. How obout we dine olone, just the two of us? Will you ogree to the invitotion then?"

He hod only just soid this when he felt o sudden chill run down his spine like there wos o droft in this room. He turned oround instinctively, ond sure enough, the wolking iceberg, Honson, hod moteriolized himself behind him.

He connected the dots ond glonced ot Bryon, who dored not meet his eyes ond quickly hid behind Honson's frome.

Honson, on the other hond, bit out icily os he glowered ot Liom, "Don't look ot him. Look ot me!" He demonded somberly, "Did you just osk my wife to go out for o meol with you?"

He looked like he wonted nothing more thon to throw Liom out the window. Pesky b*stord, he thought in onnoyonce.

Reolizing thot whot he soid eorlier hod been overheord by Honson, Liom cleored his throot owkwordly. As things were, he might not be oble to sove himself even if he were to soy he hod no feelings for Vonio.

When Liom did not respond, Honson outomoticolly ossumed he wos too ofroid to, ond he growled through gritted teeth, "You're reolly testing my potience right now."

Upon hearing this, Liam put up his hands to show that he was backing off. "Okay, fine. How about we dine alone, just the two of us? Will you agree to the invitation then?"

Upon hearing this, Liam put up his hands to show that he was backing off. "Okay, fine. How about we dine alone, just the two of us? Will you agree to the invitation then?"

He had only just said this when he felt a sudden chill run down his spine like there was a draft in this room. He turned around instinctively, and sure enough, the walking iceberg, Hanson, had materialized himself behind him.

He connected the dots and glanced at Bryan, who dared not meet his eyes and quickly hid behind Hanson's frame.

Hanson, on the other hand, bit out icily as he glowered at Liam, "Don't look at him. Look at me!" He demanded somberly, "Did you just ask my wife to go out for a meal with you?"

He looked like he wanted nothing more than to throw Liam out the window. Pesky b*stard, he thought in annoyance.

Realizing that what he said earlier had been overheard by Hanson, Liam cleared his throat awkwardly. As things were, he might not be able to save himself even if he were to say he had no feelings for Vania.

When Liam did not respond, Hanson automatically assumed he was too afraid to, and he growled through gritted teeth, "You're really testing my patience right now."

The dangerous gleam in his eyes was so terrifying that even Bryan jumped at the sight of his expression.

Convinced that things might come to a brawl, Bryan quickly interjected soothingly, "Use your words, Hanson. Use your words."

Liam finally spoke up, "I'm only here because Thomas wanted me to talk to Vania for him. Don't get the wrong idea."

Hanson huffed. Regardless of Liam's true purpose here, he didn't like that he had come into such close contact with Vania. "I pride myself on having excellent listening, and I heard everything you said loud and clear." You were going to buy my wife a meal, you dirty b*stard, so why won't you be a man and admit it?

Liam opened his mouth to say something but was swiftly interrupted by Bryan. "Don't try to explain yourself, Uncle Liam! I was there with you the whole time, and you invited Vania out for a meal, 'just the two of us' you said! Now that Hanson's here, let's just hash things out. I swear, I won't forgive you if you actually have feelings for Vania!"

Exasperated by his nephew's belligerent assumptions, Liam straightened up and gave Bryan a knock on the head. "What the hell are you blabbering about, you punk?"