Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 838

Chapter 838

It was no wonder Larry was always sighing as if most of his life had been lost.

As expected, life is hard when working under Hanson, Vania criticized internally. Anger was bad for one's health though, so she could not let him continue fuming in anger.

Furthermore, she was not done with putting on a show yet.

Hence, she calmed herself and ensured there was a seductive smile on her face before reaching out to push the door open.

However, the door had only opened a crack before something was sent crashing near her foot.

"Do you not understand me? Get out!"

Hanson did not look up from his documents, but the intense oppressive aura he radiated clearly showed his immense anger.

She looked down at the shattered teacup by her foot. What a pity.

This was an incredibly rare teacup. What a waste.

"Don't be angry, sir," she replied in the same sultry voice.

It was only then that he noticed that something was off about the voice speaking to him. He hurriedly looked up and dazedly said, "It's you, darling."

That sultry voice she used made him think it was someone else.

"Who did you think it was?" she asked, making her voice ring with a hint of jealousy as she sauntered over to him.

That made him freeze in embarrassment. After all, he could not truly tell her that he assumed she was just one of his idiotic employees.

In the end, Hanson mumbled, "I just don't like strangers bringing me my meals." He then hugged her. "Were you hit?"

He even carefully examined her. He regretted his previous behavior so much. It would have been terrible if his wife were hurt.

Vania shot him an amused look. A stranger? she thought. Are his employees still strangers to him?

He certainly was good at making up excuses. He could tell what she was thinking, so he immediately tightened his arms around her. "Let's not talk about that, darling."

The best way to distract her was always to act like a spoiled child.

She smiled and played along with his ploy. "Look at what I brought you," she said while unpacking the food.

Soon, Hanson's nose was filled with the fragrance of food.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat hungry.

The restaurant the food came from was one of his favorite restaurants.

It had been a long time since he last dined there and the fragrance was making him crave their dishes. "What made you think of going to this restaurant?" he asked.

They did not frequent the restaurant as often due to how far away it was.

Of course, there was no way Vania would tell him she was there to swindle Bryan. "I predicted you would be angry today," she said, making up an excuse, "so I brought you a treat."

Hanson smiled. "Your prediction is very accurate." He was then suddenly struck by an idea and pleaded, "Darling, can you please do something for me?"

Vania was taken aback.

Why was he suddenly changing the plot? This did not feel right.

Moreover, he had just been fuming with anger a moment ago, was he not? Why did he suddenly sound so pitiful and aggrieved?

He did not care what she thought of the change. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked, changing the topic as he lovingly stroked her head.

"I have," she replied, nodding.

He smiled in response, happy with the answer. He did not plan to ask her why she had already eaten though, or who she dined with.

After laying out the food, he stared at her with wide, innocent, baby-like eyes. "Feed me, darling."