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.”


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    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?”


    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?”