Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 66

Oh my god! Hanson really has a good eye. Even though her face is now completely pale, I can see that she is a beauty C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

April had seen countless women before, but he was certain that Vania was the coldest and the most beautiful female he had ever seen,

His eyes drifted on the attending doctor‘s notebook and saw the patient‘s name. Vania Greyson. What a beautiful name. Tsk! Hanson really is a lucky man.

April kept on examining her, but his staring gaze was a different matter from Vania‘s perspective,

This doctor looks a bit familiar, but why are his eyes so strange? It looks like he is gossiping? I must be wrong, right? Why would a doctor gossip about me?

She ignored his straightforward gaze and coughed softly.

Finally, he came back to his senses and followed the attending doctor out of the room. The other doctors went toward the other wards, but he was still gossiping about the matter.

Since he had put all his attention on the gossip, he couldn‘t see what was in front of him.

Suddenly, he almost bumped into someone.

“D*mn–” April immediately swallowed his words before he even got the chance to utter them.

As his eyes widened in fear, he suddenly wished that he knew some magic so that he could just disappear, but reality wouldn‘t allow him to do so.

Therefore, he could only rub his palms in awkwardness and giggle. “W–Why are you here again?”

Didn‘t he just come here this afternoon?

A callous Hanson uttered, “Do you want to die?”

April could only rub both his hands as his eyes began to dart around. Deep down, he kept on thinking about how he could avoid Hanson‘s punishment.

After all, April had offended the man before, so he was not a stranger toward his punishments.

Not only that, Hanson‘s way of punishment was very peculiar. It was sparring, to say the least. Hanson, however, was once in the special forces, so how could April‘s tiny body withstand his punches?

Usually, after a beating, April wouldn‘t recover for a month.

Fortunately, his eyes suddenly brightened as he came up with an idea.

A giggling April flattered, “Hanson, please don‘t be angry. I‘m just here to see how Mrs. Luke has been recovering. After all, I‘m a doctor. If anything happens, I can be there to help her. Hehe…”

In the meantime, he kept praying inside his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as he called Vania ‘Mrs. Luke‘, the gloom surrounding Hanson‘s face suddenly disappeared.

For some reason, the name was very pleasant to Hanson‘s ears. Although he hadn‘t noticed it himself, his heart had already categorized Vania as one of his own.

Looking at April‘s smiling face, Hanson still gave him a warning glare. “Today is your lucky day.”

April, who initially thought that he would be punished, was left dumbfounded as he didn‘t expect to be let off this easily. However, when he recalled the words he uttered earlier, he didn‘t find anything he said that special.

His eyes suddenly lit up when he remembered that he said the term ‘Mrs. Luke‘.

As if he was given a candy, he began to rejoice inside his heart.

Hanson coldly scolded while looking at April‘s blank expression, “What are you standing here for? Aren‘t you leaving?”

April quickly withdrew his silly smile and said flatteringly, “Alright, alright. I‘ll head back right now. Hehe, I wish you and Mrs. Luke a happy dinner.”

Chaplet 6

As she spoke, she pointed to the thermos in Hanson‘s hand.

When Hanson turned to look at April, she already ran off. He muttered under his breath, “Brat.”

After that, he walked into the ward with a lifted mood.

From the looks of it, Hanson noticed that Vania liked desserts, so he had ordered his chefs to whip up something sweet for him to bring along. In it were also some delicacies shaped like cartoon characters since James was also there.

When he opened the door, Vania and James were staring right at him.

It was as if they were saying ‘Why are you here again?‘ with their gazes.

Completely ignoring their surprised gazes, Hanson walked to Vania‘s side with the thermos and said, “I was just passing by, so I brought you guys something sweet.”

Who in their right minds would pass by a hospital? Isn‘t this hospital quite out of the way?

As this hospital was nowhere near the city center, this meant it was not in a convenient location.

What was even more suspicious was that he could not have just obtained the thermos so coincidentally

Vania chose not to expose him. Hence, she took the thermos and replied, “Thanks.”

James, on the other hand, pouted in disdain. People who lie will end up like the boy who cried wolf.

Then, he asked somewhat impatiently, “Don‘t you have work to do?”

As Hanson looked at James‘ expression, which was uncannily similar to his own, he laughed. Looks like this brat still doesn‘t know that I‘m the president of Luke Corporation.

Then, Hanson replied, “How could I not have work?‘

After all, he was the president of a giant corporation with countless amounts of documents needing his signature every day.

James felt annoyed and he shot a look while saying, “In that case, why are you still coming here every day if you have work? Don‘t you need to earn money?“|

Seeing how annoyed James looked only served to widen Hanson‘s smile.

Do we have some sort of misunderstanding between us? Why is he being so hostile? I think that he‘s oblivious to the fact that just these few seconds of conversation have generated income far beyond what a salaryman could hope to achieve in his lifetime.

Since James was just a child, Hanson decided to not continue this conversation. Instead, he smiled and pointed to the desserts while saying, “See if there‘s anything in there that you like. Try it with

Vania. If it‘s good, I can let the chefs make more for you two.”

In Hanson‘s mind, all kids loved desserts–just like Morales and Morgan.

However, James turned his nose upward at the sight of those cartoon–themed desserts while silently criticizing them inside. How childish. I don‘t even like such things. Jacob might actually like these if he was here, though. Seeing how his drool overflows upon seeing anything sweet, I think that he must‘ve inherited Mom‘s gluttony.