Love of Tomorrow (Vania Greyson) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 Bath Preparation

This is definitely a scheme. How could I possibly fall for such a trick? Hanson Luke, you sly fox! So, did he confess just to make me join him in the bath?

The smile on Vania’s face stiffened as she regretted her impulsive decision to accept his confession.

However, it did not seem that she had the chance to take her words back.

At the same time, Hanson, who could not care less about anything, patted her back lightly as he failed to read her thoughts. “Are you excited too?”

Excited my *ss. Vania tried to resist the urge to smack and pry open his head to check whether it was functioning.

Still, she would not let him take advantage of her that easily. “Fine by me. Just give me a moment. I gotta prepare something.”

She excused herself from his embrace and headed outside. Thinking that she would not be able to get away, he decided to let her proceed with her so-called preparation.

He sat on Vania’s chair and inhaled the subtle scent of hers while touching the ring on his finger. He could not be more pleased than he was at this moment.

A couple of minutes later, she returned with a roll of plastic wrap in hand. The sight of it cast a pall of foreboding upon Hanson, which prompted him to ask, “What are you going to do with that?”

Why do we need plastic wraps for a bath?

With a smile, Vania waved the plastic wrap to his face. “Of course, it’s for the bath later.”

“You refuse to? That won’t do. It’ll be my fault if the wound is infected. So, I must make sure that you’re good as new! If you wanna take this bath, you gotta listen to me or else, you can forget about it.”

In the end, a helpless Hanson relented and stretched out his arm to obey her wish while coming up with a plan in his head.

His obedience elicited a smile on Vania’s face as she started to implement the supposed waterproof measures. Since she was worried that it would not be tight enough, she eventually used the whole roll of plastic wrap.

Thanks to her effort, his hand had become a prosthesis that came with the thickness of his calves and solidity of a wooden plank. Forget about moisture-proof; it was wrapped so sturdy that even a drop of knife might not hurt him one bit.

He sighed as he looked at his ‘boxing glove’ hand. “So, can we start now?”