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Chapter 832

    Chapter 832


    Hanson had been waiting for Vania to say this for the longest time, and now that she had, his body


    began to burn with a senseless need.


    Presently, Vaniay stiffly on the bed. Didn''t he say he''d let me go after that? Is he going back on his


    word? What''s he up to now?


    It took a while before he let go of her. She was panting heavily as she said usingly, "You went back


    on your word again! How do I punish you?"


    He turned and pulled her into his arms, murmuring, "I''ll let you have free reign tonight."


    She blinked. That''s not a punishment; that''s a reward!


    When she did not respond, he grinned and added, "Looks like you can''t bear to punish me after all,


    darling. I guess I''ll have to make amends."


    Vania was rendered speechless. One would think that she had learned her lesson by now. Guess this


    is what love is, she thought with good humor.


    At that moment, she was made to understand that when it came to these things, Hanson would always


    keep his word. She had been tricked time and time again, but to only fully recognize this age-old


    principle now could only mean that she loved Hanson too much to turn him down.


    Later that night, Hanson tightened his arm around Vania when he noticed that she was still awake.


    "What are you thinking?"


    How is he not worn out at all? "Thinking about how much I love you," she said, speaking her mind


    without hesitation, her voice hoarse from calling him ''daddy'' repeatedly earlier.


    Hanson''s heart melted even more when he heard her say she loved him. Secondster, his hands


    began wandering over her body.


    He was hungry again. Specifically, he was hungry for Vania.


    She gave a helpless sigh. What did I say to deserve this? Can I just turn back time or something? Of


    course the answer is no.


    …


    The next morning, the children all looked at Hanson, who seemed invigorated, while they did not see


    their mother anywhere.


    James asked, "Did Mommy oversleep again?"


    Hanson nodded. "Yeah, Mommy''s been working hard these days. I''ll drop you off at school today."


    "Fine," the children muttered begrudgingly, their preference for Vania''spany evident on their little


    faces.


    "How''s school going for you guys?" Hanson asked after realizing that he hadn''t asked them about


    school for a while.


    "Boring," Jack answered without a thought as he stared out the car window.


    Jude chimed in condescendingly, "School''s too easy."


    Although he started school a lotter than the other children, he picked up surprisingly quickly. He


    wondered why the rest of his peers in kindergarten couldn''t understand simple mathematics.


    "The teachers can do better," Morales and Morgan said. They thought the art teacher needed to brush


    up on finer examples of real art.


    Thankfully, Jacob offered a much nicerment. "The desserts in the cafeteria are kind of edible." He


    was never one toin so long as there was food.


    Hanson took in all these remarks with an exasperated chuckle. His children were all geniuses in their


    own right, and it was understandable that they found kindergarten perplexing.


    He nced at his daughter, who had remained silent throughout her brothers''ints, and asked


    gently, "What do you think of school, Lily?"


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    She sighed. "I wish they had some medical sses."


    "We can talk to Mommy about that," Hansonforted with a smile.


    Vania was the principal, after all. If she wanted, she could add a medical ss into the school sybus.


    However, James shot Hanson a superior look and asked, "Daddy, do you really think a normal teacher


    is good enough for Lily?"
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