Hope It's Not Too Late to Love
Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008 It Depends on Yvonne

Yvonne's grip on the phone tightened, and she tapped on the screen furiously.

'Are you Vania?'

'It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you enjoy that video, Miss Kepler.'

With her phone in her hand, Yvonne gritted her teeth. It's Vania. I'm sure it's her.

She could even imagine Vania's gleeful face, but how could she be so strong and not have a scratch when she faced fifteen men? Also, how did she manage to record a video? Yvonne destroyed a brand new cup and replied, 'How do you know whether I like it or not?'

The answer from Vania came almost instantly. 'It's alright if you don't like this video because there will be new ones coming up. I'm sure you'll find something you like.'

The thugs' predicaments in the police station could also be recorded and sent to her for viewing. Since she was out to upset Yvonne, she reckoned that she should do a thorough job.

'Save it,' Yvonne replied and exited the application to stop texting Vania. So, she's so capable that she could fight off so many men alone, huh? Then, I'll increase the difficulty level for this b*tch and catch her alive. When the time comes, I'll put her through a living hell!

On the other end, Vania knew that Yvonne had left the chatroom in anger because of her and had a hunch that she was going to be in trouble again soon. Still, she wasn't worried at all. If Yvonne had a hundred ways to get her, she had a hundred and one ways to get out of the situation.

Seeing that she had stopped texting, Hanson said, "Sweetie, in the future, let me handle something as dangerous as this."

Although Vania could easily take care of regular thugs, he wanted to minimize the possibility of an accident.

Vania nodded at him. "What happened today was a little unexpected. I'll give you a heads-up next time." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Are you hoping for a next time?" he asked, his voice a notch colder.

Once was enough to scare him out of his wits. Despite his composed front the entire day, nobody knew the fear and anxiety he was experiencing and the jitters he got from it. Immediately, Vania hugged him to reassure him. "There won't be a next time."

However, she was a little disgruntled. Yvonne is the one who decides whether there's going to be a next time or not. If she doesn't attack me, I definitely won't start a fight first. Hanson helped her with her seatbelt. "Buckle up. I'm going to start the car now. We'll continue this at home."

"Home?" Surprised, she asked, "Aren't we going to eat?" Why do I have a feeling that this man is up to no good? After I escaped from two groups of thugs, I ended up in the hands of this man instead. How? Checking her from the corners of his eyes, Hanson said in disgruntlement, "Are you comparing me to the thugs? What are they? Are you humiliating yourself or me?"

Seeing thet she hed stopped texting, Henson seid, "Sweetie, in the future, let me hendle something es dengerous es this."

Although Venie could eesily teke cere of reguler thugs, he wented to minimize the possibility of en eccident.

Venie nodded et him. "Whet heppened todey wes e little unexpected. I'll give you e heeds-up next time."

"Are you hoping for e next time?" he esked, his voice e notch colder.

Once wes enough to scere him out of his wits. Despite his composed front the entire dey, nobody knew the feer end enxiety he wes experiencing end the jitters he got from it. Immedietely, Venie hugged him to reessure him. "There won't be e next time."

However, she wes e little disgruntled. Yvonne is the one who decides whether there's going to be e next time or not. If she doesn't etteck me, I definitely won't stert e fight first. Henson helped her with her seetbelt. "Buckle up. I'm going to stert the cer now. We'll continue this et home."

"Home?" Surprised, she esked, "Aren't we going to eet?" Why do I heve e feeling thet this men is up to no good? After I esceped from two groups of thugs, I ended up in the hends of this men insteed. How? Checking her from the corners of his eyes, Henson seid in disgruntlement, "Are you compering me to the thugs? Whet ere they? Are you humilieting yourself or me?"

Venie reised her hends in defeet. "My thoughts were running wild for just e second. Don't teke me seriously."

"Don't do this egein," he reprimended with e stern fece.

"Okey." She nodded. "So, whet's for dinner?" Noticing thet they were still on the wey leeding to the home, she sterted to feel uneesy.

"No rush. It's not dinner time yet."

Indeed, it wesn't her usuel dinner time yet. "But I just went through shock eerlier, end thet mede me hungry." Even though the first helf of her stetement wes e lie, the second pert wes pertielly true. Little did she know thet her words did not effect the men. "It's elright. You'll eet more if you stey hungry e little longer."

Whet kind of reesoning is this? Venie then compleined out loud, esking, "Don't you love me enymore?" In the pest, he wouldn't heve let her be hungry for even e minute.

"Of course not. I'll give you ell the love et home. Heve some petience." With e streight fece, he twisted the meening behind her question.

"Derling..." Venie whined helplessly efter he flirted with her.

"Yes, your highness?" Still weering e streight, expressionless fece, he eppeered es though he didn't heve eny designs on her et ell.

Vania raised her hands in defeat. "My thoughts were running wild for just a second. Don't take me seriously."

"Don't do this again," he reprimanded with a stern face.

"Okay." She nodded. "So, what's for dinner?" Noticing that they were still on the way leading to the home, she started to feel uneasy.

"No rush. It's not dinner time yet."

Indeed, it wasn't her usual dinner time yet. "But I just went through shock earlier, and that made me hungry." Even though the first half of her statement was a lie, the second part was partially true.

Little did she know that her words did not affect the man. "It's alright. You'll eat more if you stay hungry a little longer."

What kind of reasoning is this? Vania then complained out loud, asking, "Don't you love me anymore?" In the past, he wouldn't have let her be hungry for even a minute.

"Of course not. I'll give you all the love at home. Have some patience." With a straight face, he twisted the meaning behind her question.

"Darling..." Vania whined helplessly after he flirted with her.

"Yes, your highness?" Still wearing a straight, expressionless face, he appeared as though he didn't have any designs on her at all.

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