chapter-141


    It was Vania’s first time in a man’s room, and she felt repulsed. She suddenly remembered that this


    was Hanson and Mnie’s room, and she did not want to have anything to do with it. Her


    Hanson noticed what she was thinking. He came closer to her gradually, only stopping when she


    was backed against the wall. Hanson then ced his palm on the wall behind her, looking like he


    was pinning her against it. He whispered into her ear, “The room is mine and mine alone. You’re the


    first woman in here, and everything in this house is all new. Nobody has touched them before.”


    Hanson had ordered his men to change everything in the house right after Mnie left.


    She could feel him breathing down her neck, and it was ticklish. More importantly, she felt curious


    about the fact that he was not living with Mnie.


    Once again, he saw through her, and he whispered, “I’ve never touched her ever since that ident


    five years ago.”


    Hanson exined himself for the first time in his life. After all, he did not want Vania to


    misunderstand him. He never liked Mnie, and he never would. Even if she did try a lot of tricks


    on him, he lost the impulse he had that day five years ago.


    Vania was surprised. Putting the problem between him and Mnie aside, just seeing right through


    her thoughts like they were nothing was terrifying enough. On top of that, she always felt a little hot


    and bothered whenever Hanson was around. That’s dangerous. She refused again, “It’s alright. I


    borrowed your shirt back in Farville, and I haven’t given it back yet.”


    He did not care about that, for it was just a single shirt. Hanson was about to tell her she did not


    have to give it back, but then he wanted to see her more, so he said, “It’s alright. You can give it


    back to me when you have the time. I don’t like strangers touching my stuff.”


    Aren’t I a stranger? Vania retorted silently and refused his request.


    Hanson had no idea she was starting to refuse his advances. He raised his hand and patted her


    head. “Listen to me and dry your hair, or else you’ll get a cold.” Vania did not move, so Hanson said


    sternly as if he was spooking a child, “Do you want me to help you instead?”


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    The overly-intimate behavior was irritating Vania, and she shot him a re. “I can handle it myself.”


    With that, she shoved him away and went to the bathroom.


    Hanson thought she was just being shy. He sat beside the coffee table, waiting for her toe out.


    Meanwhile, Vania dried her hair off as fast as she could. It was fortunate that Hanson had a dryer,


    and she dried her clothes with that. All she wanted was to leave his ce right away. She checked


    herself onest time and went out after confirming that everything was fine. Nheless, she was


    polite enough not to go downstairs immediately. Instead, she thanked Hanson and said, “Thank you.


    My hair and clothes are dry now, so I’ll be going home. I’ll give you your shirt back some other day.”


    Vania had been acting distant since a while ago, but Hanson did not realize it, and he thought it was


    weird that she was acting so formal with him. He frowned. “I’ve asked the maid to make some


    honey lemon tea for you. Are you telling me that you don’t even have time for a cup of tea?”