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Chapter 73

    Chapter 73


    Chapter 73 Woes of a Woman


    Under Hanson’s cold gaze, she still lowered her head in the end. She had always appeared well dressed


    in front of him. However, she had been left alone recently in this vi, so she did not bother to dress up


    anymore. Now that Hanson appeared in front of her once more, she only thought that she looked


    somewhat shabby, so she hung her head in guilt, afraid that he might find her repulsive.


    Just as she was fussing over this issue in her mind, Hanson suddenly opened his mouth, saying coldly, “I


    came back just to see you.”


    His words made Mnie stare at him wide-eyed, as she felt like what he said was like an illusion, leaving


    her in a state of disbelief.


    Did Hanson say that he came back just to see me? Does he actually miss me? Does that mean our


    rtionship can deepen?


    His words made it seem like there was still space in his heart for her.


    There was a beam of joy behind her eyes, and she was overwhelmed to the point of tearing up.


    Completely missing Hanson’s cold gaze, Mnie, who was moved beyond words, just looked at him in a


    daze.


    Deciding to not openly show his mockery and bloodlust, Hanson instead just sat down on the sofa.


    Seeing him sit down made Mnie immediately stand by his side, showing her love for him. “Hanson, I


    really missed you a lot these few days. I have a lot that I want to tell you.”


    While saying that, she was about to go hug Hanson, thinking that this could be her chance to finally


    make him hers.


    After all, she was very confident in her seduction skills.


    Yet, she was stopped by Hanson’s gaze as soon as she got near.


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    Hanson only felt revolted by the strong scent of her perfume as he spoke distantly. “What a coincidence.


    I, too, have something to say to you.”


    Upon hearing that Hanson had something to say to herself, Mnie grew even more disillusioned. Joy


    filled her heart, as this was the first time that they exchanged so many words and the first time that he


    sat down, taking the initiative to talk to her.


    Feeling like her heart was a beating drum, Mnie could not wait to show off every positive trait of hers


    to Hanson right then.


    Suddenly, she said excitedly, “Oh—Hanson, just sit down first. I’ll brew a cup of coffee for you. When you


    were gone, I had learned a new technique on coffee making, and I spent a long time practicing it too, all


    so I can let you taste it once youe back. I’ll go make it now, so let’s talk over some coffee, shall we?”


    But, she did not actually learn anything new, as it was all made up on the spot. Her aim was just to


    appear as a kind wife in front of him.


    Ignoring her gaze of expectation, Hanson observed the woman from head to toe.


    Taking his silence as agreement, Mnie then happily went to the kitchen before tying up her hair and


    touching her face. Full of joy, she then patiently made the coffee and carefully ced it in front of him.


    “Hanson, how about you taste it and see how it is? If you like it, I can make it for you everyday.”


    Sneering, Hanson was still enjoying the show that Mnie put up for him.


    Mnie missed his mockery and she thought that he liked it, so she continued, “Hanson, you know that I


    only have a ce for you in my heart, right? Whatever you like, I will try my best to learn it. Oh right—did


    you say that you have something to say to me?”


    Not daring to get close, Mnie could only stand by his side as she waited expectantly.


    However, Hanson coldly said, “Let’s talk about Vania’s ident, then.”


    His cold demeanor suddenly made her panic and she stared at him helplessly, “Hanson, what do you


    mean by this?”
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