Chapter 29 A Glib Talker
The visible blood veins in his eyes revealed that he did not sleep for the entire night.
Seeing that, she asked in disbelief, “You sat here all night? Didn’t you sleep?”
A bizarre feeling swirled in her heart.
When he noticed that she looked a lot better than the day before, he started teasing her. “Since I said I’d stay here, I’d definitely keep my promise. Where else can I be but on this couch? Or do you want me to share the bed with you? Well, if you insist, I am forced to oblige.”
She, again, choked after hearing his brazen words.
Where did he get the idea that I wanted to share the bed with him?
Forced to oblige? Such a narcissist.
The slight feeling of being moved earlier vanished.
After sneering at him, she opened her mouth, with her face slightly red. “Even if you want that, I won’t agree to it! I’m not interested in sleeping with you.”
She then rose to her feet and dashed out.
As soon as she stepped outside, she noticed that a variety of delectable cuisine had already been prepared on the dining table.
Furthermore, there was a row of clothes, with their price tags still attached, beside the mirror. Clearly, it was prepared for her.
Seeing this, Vania halted her steps. She was so taken aback by what she saw that she couldn’t put it into words. Right then, Hanson, who was standing behind her, said, “I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat. Hence, I ordered a variety of breakfast items for you to choose from. All the clothes are based on your measurements as well. Take a look and see if there’s anything you like.”
She had no words to describe how she felt right now.
“Thank you very much, Hanson.” She could only express her appreciation for him.
He saved her yesterday and was so attentive to her today. All she wanted to say boiled down to two words: Thank you.
In reply, he smiled at her. He wanted to stroke her fluffy hair, but he held back his urge and simply responded, “You’re welcome.”
He then went on indecently, “In fact, you don’t need to thank me. After all, your clothes were all torn, and I couldn’t possibly let you go back like this.”
She followed her gaze and looked at the shirt she was wearing. He was right. She would undoubtedly cause a huge ruckus if she went out wearing his shirt.
Just as she was about to thank him again, he teased, “But again, if you really enjoy wearing my shirt, I don’t mind.”
What? She was utterly confused.
The rumors about him must be lies.
Aloof and ruthless, they say. But he, in fact, is a glib talker!
The gratitude in her heart vanished entirely after she heard his words.
She secretly rolled her eyes and blurted out while biting her lips, “You’re annoying.”
He always spoke frivolously, which irritated her. Why did the nature of her gratitude change the moment it reached his mouth?
Her low grudging sound, to Hanson, was her way of being shy. With that, he couldn’t hold back any longer and stretched his hand to rub her head.
It feels just as good as I imagined.
But such an action made her furious.
Her heart was pounding in anger. Is he stroking my hair? Am I his pet?
Despite this, she had no idea how to stand up to him. So, she only managed to give him a stern look before she ran to the row of clothes. After picking a white dress, she went to the bathroom to wash up.
