Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 79

After Hanson got into his car, he slammed the door shut and hit the steering wheel out of anger.

He didn’t look at his phone anymore after that even when it rang.

It took a long time, but he eventually realized that his irrational vexation had slowly subsided.

He then pressed into his phone and amongst the numerous work messages he had gotten, his eyes straightaway landed on a text message Vania had sent him.

The corners of his lips subconsciously raised at that, and he quickly pressed into the message. ‘The fireworks were beautiful. Thank you.’

Mood instantly lifted with just a few words, he swiftly dialed Vania’s number.

Vania looked over when her phone suddenly rang and when she saw that it was the phone number from before, she hesitated a moment before finally deciding to pick up the call. “Hello?” she greeted. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

All she heard in return was a graceful baritone that said, “It’s Hanson.”

“Mmhmm. I know.”

This wasn’t the usual number he used when they communicated for work purposes. It is probably his private number, she concluded.

Everything had happened so fast today that Vania wasn’t sure what Hanson was about to say, so she chose to remain silent.

His voice continued to come through the other end of the call. “Even though I didn’t get you from the hospital myself, I had a fireworks display arranged for you. Did you like it?”

“I did,” she politely answered. “Thank you.”

In order to maintain a distance from him, she made sure to keep her tone calm the whole time they talked.

However, thinking that she was sleepy as she hadn’t completely regained her health, he continued to talk to her patiently. “I booked a private room in a private restaurant to celebrate your discharge, and also to confirm with you some specifications about the product sales. You have to come.”

Not expecting him to have chosen the place, Vania let out a chuckle after hearing his words.

She then let out a hum in agreement before bidding him goodnight and hanging up the call.

Hanson let out a satisfied smile as he looked at the phone in his hand, although the call had disconnected by then.

He then clicked into WhatsApp and added her on it.

Vania immediately approved his request to befriend her as soon as she received it.

His WhatsApp was the exact reflection of his cold, emotionless self. Not only was the application’s default profile photo on, he also had never posted anything on his WhatsApp. He probably doesn’t like using these social media applications, she thought.

He hadn’t expected her to approve of him so quickly, so when she did, he unhesitantly clicked into her profile to take a look.

Her profile picture was a picture of her younger self that he had never had the chance to see before.

As for her posts, they were mostly pictures of scenery and promotional posts.

He didn’t even need to think twice before he saved a selfie that she had previously posted. He then sent her a message, ‘Goodnight.’

A text of the same message, too, came from her within a second.

It was after he had done all these that he finally lifted his chin to look in the direction of her villa, and only drove off when he made sure that all the lights had been turned off.

Vania’s initial peace was so perturbed by the fireworks display Hanson had arranged, and coupled with the call he made, she even dreamed of the incident from five years ago.

Her dream tonight was the same as the one she had last time—Hanson had become the man who appeared in her dreams.

Like she usually did, she woke up screaming in surprise, and she lightly knocked her head that felt like it was spinning. “Good thing it is only a dream.” She sighed.

Picking up her phone, she saw an invitation he had sent to her in the early morning via text. She then went to her dressing room and picked a simple long dress that was not only easy to move in, but also cooling to have on.

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Two hours prior to that, Hanson was standing in front of the wardrobe in his private lounge in Luke Corporation when he sternly called out to Larry. The former had a frown as he looked at the rows of black suits and one-toned neckties that didn’t have any sort of pattern or print on them.