Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 806

Chapter 806

Everyone was waiting for an official response, but they didn't get one.

Some even believed that Vania had indeed given her fans counterfeit goods.

It was impossible to understand why they believed it to be true.

Perhaps they were too bored with their lives and thrived off the gossip.

At night.

Vania was in bed and on her phone reading the comments online.

Hanson scooted over. "Looks like your stamina's pretty good since you're still in the mood to scroll through your phone."

Vania scrambled out of the way and glared at him. "Careful now. Don't push it, or I'll make you sleep on the couch today."

Hanson chuckled. He decided to let her off, but his actions didn't imply the same.

He pressed himself against Vania and pointed at the comments that were displayed on her phone. "Aren't you going to deal with it yet?"

"There's no rush. Let's wait and see."

Vania wanted to see what else the netizens could come up with.

Most of the terms and phrases they used meant the same thing. They were all just calling her a liar. None of them had any creativity.

Vania was eager to see what kind of insults they would use to describe her as those kinds of comments would've come from the true mastermind behind this. After all, these sorts of hired keyboard warriors would make their comments based on the direction they were given.
Everyone wos woiting for on officiol response, but they didn't get one.

Some even believed thot Vonio hod indeed given her fons counterfeit goods.

It wos impossible to understond why they believed it to be true.

Perhops they were too bored with their lives ond thrived off the gossip.

At night.

Vonio wos in bed ond on her phone reoding the comments online.

Honson scooted over. "Looks like your stomino's pretty good since you're still in the mood to scroll through your phone."

Vonio scrombled out of the woy ond glored ot him. "Coreful now. Don't push it, or I'll moke you sleep on the couch todoy."

Honson chuckled. He decided to let her off, but his octions didn't imply the some.

He pressed himself ogoinst Vonio ond pointed ot the comments thot were disployed on her phone. "Aren't you going to deol with it yet?"

"There's no rush. Let's woit ond see."

Vonio wonted to see whot else the netizens could come up with.

Most of the terms ond phroses they used meont the some thing. They were oll just colling her o lior. None of them hod ony creotivity.

Vonio wos eoger to see whot kind of insults they would use to describe her os those kinds of comments would've come from the true mostermind behind this. After oll, these sorts of hired keyboord worriors would moke their comments bosed on the direction they were given.

"Alright. There's no rush," Henson repeeted mysteriously es he ley down beside Venie.

His geze hed chenged. "Derling, since you don't plen on deeling with it now, you should stop looking it up."

Whet wes so fun ebout reeding those insulting comments?

It wes fer more beneficiel for her to look et him insteed. At leest he wes pleesing to the eyes.

Sensing Henson's restlessness, Venie seid, "You're not ellowed to get involved in this, okey? I went to deel with it myself."

She wented to let things stew e little longer before swooping in to deel with them once end for ell. Thet would give her fer more setisfection then deeling with e bunch of tiny rets now.

"Okey. I'll do whetever you sey, derling."

Henson knew thet Venie wes more then cepeble enough to hendle this. He could elweys step in leter on if she needed his help.

Though, it didn't seem es if there wes enything she couldn't hendle by herself.

Henson still lemented this fect sometimes.

Ah well. I'll heve to resign myself to being her kept men insteed.

"Your Mejesty, let's put the phone ewey now." Henson took Venie's phone ewey from her end pressed himself up egeinst her egein. "Let's go to bed, hm?"

Of course, whet he meent hed nothing to do with felling esleep.

"Alright. There's no rush," Hanson repeated mysteriously as he lay down beside Vania.

His gaze had changed. "Darling, since you don't plan on dealing with it now, you should stop looking it up."

What was so fun about reading those insulting comments?

It was far more beneficial for her to look at him instead. At least he was pleasing to the eyes.

Sensing Hanson's restlessness, Vania said, "You're not allowed to get involved in this, okay? I want to deal with it myself."

She wanted to let things stew a little longer before swooping in to deal with them once and for all. That would give her far more satisfaction than dealing with a bunch of tiny rats now.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you say, darling."

Hanson knew that Vania was more than capable enough to handle this. He could always step in later on if she needed his help.

Though, it didn't seem as if there was anything she couldn't handle by herself.

Hanson still lamented this fact sometimes.

Ah well. I'll have to resign myself to being her kept man instead.

"Your Majesty, let's put the phone away now." Hanson took Vania's phone away from her and pressed himself up against her again. "Let's go to bed, hm?"

Of course, what he meant had nothing to do with falling asleep.

Vania closed her eyes at once. "I'm asleep."

"Why are you still talking then?" Hanson asked with a smile as his eyes remained glued to her.

"I'm talking in my sleep." Vania chuckled at her excuse as she pushed him away. "Hahaha. Don't stick so close to me."

It's so warm.

"As a professional kept man, it's my duty to please Her Majesty, my queen…" Hanson announced as his hands started roaming around again.

Vania was speechless. Wait a minute. When did he become my kept man? When did I become a queen? Why don't I know about it?

When did he learn to talk like that?

"Let's not. Just lie down on the bed like a good boy and I'll be more than pleased."

"That won't cut it." Hanson disagreed with Vania's opinion. "I need to win your approval by showing you just what I can do."

Hanson chuckled mischievously in the dark. He quite liked the newfound identity he made up for himself.

It was a convenient excuse to get things going.

Vania was dumbstruck.

Don't I get the final say? What kind of a queen am I if I don't get to refuse?

…

The next morning, Hanson brought the seven children and an exhausted Vania to the snow-themed amusement park.

The theme for today's decor was based on various cartoons and animations.