Love of Tomorrow (Vania Greyson) novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 I’m Afraid

Vania expressed her disapproval before fleeing away with the medical kit, whereas Hanson burst into a peal of hearty laughter like a vibrant flower blooming.

After running back to her room, she flopped in bed and covered herself under the blanket for a sense of security.

Living under the same roof with Hanson was undeniably a huge challenge for her. Her coping mechanism was tested day by day.

However, Hanson soon opened the door before she could even center herself. The sight of his beaming face caused her to wrap herself tighter with the blanket. Nervous, she stammered with her words, “Erm… It’s late already. What are you doing here? Get out.”

Considering that it would be inappropriate of him to be in her room at this hour, she attempted to drive him away.

Nevertheless, the persistent Hanson ignored her words as he sat at the edge of her bed.

“I’m scared to be alone.”

His childish act wasn’t over yet, and Vania almost choked on her saliva as she coughed.

Can he at least make up a good excuse? It’s not like any kind of excuse will work for a thirty-year-old man. How dare he claim that he’s afraid when his kids haven’t said something like that before? Besides, it’s not like it’s his first day staying here. How come he’s showing his frailty only now? Ridiculous! Strings of reproach directed to Hanson fleeted across her mind.

In contrast to his gentleman remarks, Vania seemed more like the one with a lewd mind.

“If you’re really afraid, you can sleep with your kids. There will be more people in a room there. I’m sure you will feel safe,” retorted Vania coldly.

“But they’re asleep. I shouldn’t disturb them, should I?” He began to act like a good father. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to you. I’m a gentleman who keeps his promise.”

“Tough luck. I don’t trust you.” She had learned from her past experience, and would never fall for his tricks anymore.

Hanson kneaded his forehead as words failed him. He had not expected his credibility to be close to zilch. “Should I pledge to you like a soldier?”