Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 786

Chapter 786

Like a bolt from the blue, the production team released behind-the-scenes footage of Vania and Hanson with no promotion and little warning, which included the latter going on strike and stealing a kiss from his wife, as well as Vania introducing her makeup products.

Better yet, the time length ran as long as an official episode.

At one point, the server even crashed because of the traffic.

'All hail the production team for the time length.'

'I've got to say, President Greyson and President Luke really are top influencers. My Twitter broke down for so long that I was beginning to wonder if my phone was the problem.'

'When is the first episode airing?! Gosh, I can't wait to see it! I need to start subscribing. If only we could get day-to-day content like this daily. Love it!'

'Damn, I'm super jealous of Vania for having a walk-in closet like that, especially when she has all those makeup products I can only dream of having.'

'Isn't President Greyson the beauty guru named Mona-Artist? Please upload a makeup try-on haul. I really want to see her put on makeup.'

After the family celebrated Jacob's win, Hanson scrolled through his phone while lying in bed.

He wasn't sure when or how it started, but he had developed a liking for checking news of him and Vania before going to bed.

The netizens' comments that day got him on cloud nine.

Thus, he tweeted, 'Makeup try-on haul, tomorrow at 8.00PM.'

Even though he had no idea what a makeup try-on haul meant, how could he miss such a wonderful chance at showing his affection in public?

'Is President Luke living on the internet?! Our prayers have been answered! All hail President Luke!'

'Who are you, and what have you done to the real President Luke?! This is a complete one-eighty from the aloof man we all know.'

'Ahhh! I can't wait until tomorrow anymore! We'll stay up all night to watch the live broadcast!"

'Yes! We'll stay up all night!'

Hanson smirked in response and took a picture of Vania's side profile before tweeting, 'The missus is asleep. Doing the live broadcast now will disrupt her beauty sleep.'

'Sh*t, if President Luke hadn't attached a pic of his wife, I'd think someone had stolen his account.'

'President Luke's strangely active online today.'

'Correction, President Luke is very active online lately.'

Indeed, that was because the great President Luke had developed a liking for showcasing PDA on social media.

​​He wanted the whole world to know that Vania was his; no one could steal her from him.

Ultimately, it was because Liam had triggered him.

Vania checked her Twitter after waking up the next morning and looked at her husband with incredulity. "Dear, what have you promised them?!"

Hanson leisurely pulled her into his arms and said, "All my promises are about loving you."

While speaking, he even frivolously kissed her.

At that, Vania escaped his embrace and pouted, bringing her phone to his face. "I'm talking about what you posted on Twitter."

"Well, as you can see, I've promised the internet that you'll hold a live broadcast at 8.00PM tonight."

Vania sighed in response, thinking she should confiscate this man's phone, lest he kept having the urge to post something online.

"Darling, you shouldn't think like that." He grinned.

Did he just see through me again? Vania mused. Am I not allowed to have any ideas?!

"You're basically an open book when you're cussing me," Hanson explained with a straight face.

Vania fell silent once more as she had just reproached him in her mind again just now.

Hanson chucked in response and pulled her back into his arms, on seventh heaven.

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Yvonne, too, had learned about Hanson and Vania joining a reality show from the internet at this point in time.

A travel reality show? Very nice. She sneered. This is an outdoor program with plenty of tasks and plenty of opportunities for an accident to happen. How interesting it'd be if an accident happens during the trip.

A plan was already brewing in Yvonne's mind as she looked at the news on the internet.