Vania’s clothes were sticking closely to her skin, revealing the perfect curves underneath. Her face was glistening from all the moisture, and Hanson felt something stir in him. She got into this mess for another guy, though.
That stirring feeling within Hanson turned into a weird sensation, and he asked sternly, “Were you going to run all the way home just like that if you hadn’t bumped into us?”
Before she could answer, he told Larry, “Take us to Luke Estate.”
She panicked a little. “Can you make a turn right ahead? I told Theresa to wait for me at the junction.” Haling Villa and Luke Estate are in two different places.
“You’re going home looking like that?”
It’s not comfortable, but I can just get changed at home. I don’t need to head to your place for that.
Hanson interrupted before Vania had the chance to reply, “I don’t mind if you want to jump out of the car.”
The rain was cold, but his voice sounded colder than that.
Jump out of the car? What kind of idea is that? If I do that in this weather, it’ll be another trip to the hospital for me. She had a feeling that she had gotten into some shady deal here. What the hell is he even thinking?
It was a minor detail, but Hanson was delighted nonetheless, and his annoyance about her crying over another guy was gone with the wind. He smiled, and they went into his home. Once they came to the living quarters, Hanson took the towel his maid handed him and draped it over Vania. He wiped her skin gently and said, “Your clothes are wet, so I’ll take you upstairs. There are new clothes there. Change into them and dry your hair. You don’t want to get a cold.”
Vania nodded and went upstairs with Hanson, though she was staring at the design of his house.
The main colors of the house were gray and white, and his home was spartan. It felt cold like the owner of the house, and everything screamed aloof and distant. She could not understand his aesthetics.
His bedroom was in the center of the second floor. Hanson opened the door and turned to the side so Vania could come in. She looked around, and he said gently, “The shirts are in the closet. Just take whatever you want, and remember to dry your hair. I’ll be waiting outside.”
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