A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1049

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1049

As soon as Hannah heard this, fear manifested and showed on her face. Hastily jumping out of bed, she frantically slipped on her shoes and ran over.

At this, a hint of craftiness flashed across Fabian’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I that scary?” he griped in slight displeasure.

Instinctively nodding, Hannah muttered to herself, “Of course! Do you not know that? You’re the devil himself. You always pick on me whenever you feel like it, but then throw me aside at other times. Didn’t you realize that? Hmph! What a fiend!”

At this precise moment, a chill struck her. She instantly snapped her head up, only to see him staring at her with eyes radiating icy coldness.

Oh my God! I actually blurted that out when I meant to just grouse inwardly, and he even heard me! What should I do? What on earth should I do? I just hope he doesn’t take offense at me.

“No, no. That’s not it. You’re not at all scary. You’re very gentle and you take good care of me. I like it a lot!” she frantically elucidated.

Naturally, Fabian knew full well that she was placating him. Nevertheless, he was still glad. No matter what, she’s still trying to please me! But for some reason, words eluded him for a moment. Subsequently, he ordered coldly, “Come over here and eat.”

Feeling as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Hannah quickly dashed over, afraid that he would again be chagrined if she tarried for even a second. However, the moment she drew close to him, the stench of alcohol assailed her. “Y-You drank earlier?” she asked cautiously as she looked at him.

Nonetheless, Fabian didn’t answer her. All the containers on the table had been opened by now, and he filled a small bowl with chicken soup. After putting the spoon in, he placed it in front of her. “Drink it.”

As Hannah stared at the chicken soup in the thermal food jar, she queried, “You must have asked someone to boil this chicken soup, yes?”

His face a mask of disdain, Fabian retorted huffily, “Just concentrate on eating instead of yakking.”

Meanwhile, she had her hands on her hips as she shot daggers at him like an ogre and bellowed. No way! Finish it right this instance! The picture was simply too wonderful that snickers escaped her.

“Hmm? Why are you sniggering?” Fabian questioned in mystification.

Lost in her thoughts, Hannah ignored him, merely smiling idiotically as she sat before the table.

“Hannah Young!” Fabian roared with a frown.

“Huh? What happened?” Hannah inquired with a dazed expression, oblivious to everything that had happened. At this time, a smile was still tugging at her lips.

All at once, Fabian stretched out his right hand and placed it against her forehead. As though having encountered an inexplicable problem, he muttered to himself, “She’s not running a fever. So, why was she grinning mysteriously?”