Ding!
The elevator doors opened, and Vania hastily got out. As soon as she entered the lobby, she stopped dead in her tracks.
That’s Hanson?
In a pink wheelchair?
I never knew he liked pink.
Vania felt the urge to face-palm. Judging by his proud behavior, he didn’t seem like he was injured at all.
With her mind filled with questions, Vania sighed and walked over to him in an unnatural manner.
She stood in front of Hanson and examined him for a long while. Then, she asked with uncertainty, “What happened to you?”
Hanson couldn’t believe that she would ask him such a silly question, so he decided to ignore her.
Vania was stunned. Why did he suddenly get so stubborn? Was it because of the wheelchair?
She asked again, “Did you get injured? Are you alright?”
When Hanson saw the worry on Vania’s face, he finally decided to forgive her.
He glanced at her. Then, under her worried gaze, he got up vigorously and said in the most natural tone, “I’m alright.”
Vania was even more confused then. If he were alright, why did he use a wheelchair? Moreover, it was in such a weird color too.
Seeing Vania’s puzzled look, Hanson grinned and leaned in close to her ear. “What’s the matter? Are you worried about me?”
This sudden movement caused Vania to take a subconscious step backward, and she glared accusingly at Hanson. There were so many employees present, so why couldn’t he talk normally? What was the purpose of him getting so close to her?
Hanson ignored the accusing look in her eyes. On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood.
He liked watching Vania get angry like this, for he found her boss-like exterior too stiff and uncomfortable.
Hanson spoke seductively again, “Haven’t you forgotten something?”
Huh? Vania was dumbfounded again. Have I promised him something before?
Our work-related matters have been settled, haven’t they?
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