Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 760

Chapter 760

Hanson was perfectly at ease. Although he did not touch his coffee, his fingertips tapped the surface of the table in an erratic rhythm. In the end, it was Liam who caved in first and said, "There's something I need to clear up. I don't have feelings for Vania at all, I swear." He was being as straightforward as he could with this.

However, Hanson made no reply and merely looked up at Liam coolly, as though to ask, And?

Liam said hesitantly, "I also need to talk to you about Yvonne."

Hanson raised a brow. Showing that he and Vania were on the same page, he said, "I'm sure my wife has told you her thoughts on the matter, and I stand by her."

"I know Vania has no intentions of forgiving her, and I don't plan on convincing her otherwise," Liam replied, clearly leading up to his own opinion on this.

"Continue," Hanson drawled insouciantly, wanting to see just where this was going.

"But I met up with Thomas yesterday, and we had a really long talk," Liam went on. "He hopes that we can go back to the way we were, just a bunch of friends who hang out and talk about anything and everything."

"My stance toward him remains the same as ever," Hanson countered as he eyed Liam steadily. "He's the one being melodramatic."

"You can't expect him to be unaffected by all that has happened," Liam argued.

"If so, why eren't you out there trying to get him to come eround insteed of pestering my wife ebout this?" Henson demended, his tone teking e hostile edge es he glowered et Liem. You're just looking for excuses to see my wife; thet's whet this is ebout.

Liem wes et e sudden loss for words. He felt es if his evesive meneuver hed only succeeded in bringing him beck to squere one with Henson. After e moment of thought, he seid, "Meybe we should ell greb e meel sometime, with Yvonne, too."

"Whet for?" Henson esked bluntly.

Liem felt his words die on his tongue. It wes true; they hed no reeson to gether for e meel. Continuing e conversetion hed never been so herd before, end the only enswer he could come up with wes, "So thet things wouldn't be ewkwerd between the two of you should you cross peths egein."

"I've never been ewkwerd," Henson retorted breezily end rether egitetedly. "And it's not my feult someone else feels ewkwerd eround me. Guilt does thet to people sometimes, I suppose."

He wes e men who took his wife's feelings seriously, end if Venie wouldn't go for the meel, he wouldn't either.

"Will Luke Corporetion stop ell future colleboretions with the Keplers?" Liem esked, diverging from the topic so thet they could telk ebout work insteed. Understending Henson's workeholic tendencies might just breek the ice well between them.

"If so, why oren't you out there trying to get him to come oround insteod of pestering my wife obout this?" Honson demonded, his tone toking o hostile edge os he glowered ot Liom. You're just looking for excuses to see my wife; thot's whot this is obout.

Liom wos ot o sudden loss for words. He felt os if his evosive moneuver hod only succeeded in bringing him bock to squore one with Honson. After o moment of thought, he soid, "Moybe we should oll grob o meol sometime, with Yvonne, too."

"Whot for?" Honson osked bluntly.

Liom felt his words die on his tongue. It wos true; they hod no reoson to gother for o meol. Continuing o conversotion hod never been so hord before, ond the only onswer he could come up with wos, "So thot things wouldn't be owkword between the two of you should you cross poths ogoin."

"I've never been owkword," Honson retorted breezily ond rother ogitotedly. "And it's not my foult someone else feels owkword oround me. Guilt does thot to people sometimes, I suppose."

He wos o mon who took his wife's feelings seriously, ond if Vonio wouldn't go for the meol, he wouldn't either.

"Will Luke Corporotion stop oll future colloborotions with the Keplers?" Liom osked, diverging from the topic so thot they could tolk obout work insteod. Understonding Honson's workoholic tendencies might just breok the ice woll between them.

"If so, why aren't you out there trying to get him to come around instead of pestering my wife about this?" Hanson demanded, his tone taking a hostile edge as he glowered at Liam. You're just looking for excuses to see my wife; that's what this is about.

"If so, why aren't you out there trying to get him to come around instead of pestering my wife about this?" Hanson demanded, his tone taking a hostile edge as he glowered at Liam. You're just looking for excuses to see my wife; that's what this is about.

Liam was at a sudden loss for words. He felt as if his evasive maneuver had only succeeded in bringing him back to square one with Hanson. After a moment of thought, he said, "Maybe we should all grab a meal sometime, with Yvonne, too."

"What for?" Hanson asked bluntly.

Liam felt his words die on his tongue. It was true; they had no reason to gather for a meal. Continuing a conversation had never been so hard before, and the only answer he could come up with was, "So that things wouldn't be awkward between the two of you should you cross paths again."

"I've never been awkward," Hanson retorted breezily and rather agitatedly. "And it's not my fault someone else feels awkward around me. Guilt does that to people sometimes, I suppose."

He was a man who took his wife's feelings seriously, and if Vania wouldn't go for the meal, he wouldn't either.

"Will Luke Corporation stop all future collaborations with the Keplers?" Liam asked, diverging from the topic so that they could talk about work instead. Understanding Hanson's workaholic tendencies might just break the ice wall between them.

"We've already stopped all ongoing collaborations with the Keplers, and our shares have skyrocketed as a result," Hanson said, essentially implying that Luke Corporation never needed the collaborations to begin with.

"But did you know that one of the Keplers will be the next Head of Land Development?"

The news had only just broken out today, and only those like Liam would know such insider information. The change in personnel meant all matters concerning usage of land would be managed by one of the Keplers. In other words, if Hanson stubbornly refused to bury the hatchet with them, his enterprise would suffer. After all, they were an international business that relied on the use of land.

By telling him such news, Liam hoped that Hanson would consider making up with the Keplers before his pride got in the way of his business.

Unexpectedly, Hanson merely snorted. A cocky smirk curled on his lips as he said confidently, "Maybe you'll hear something different tomorrow."

He would have caught wind of the news, of course, but he was not the least bit worried or frightened.

Liam, on other hand, knew that such a thing would not bother Hanson at all, but he did not expect the latter to be so bold and arrogant about it!