Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Right now, without the support of Luke Corporation, his company had become unstable again.

But it didn't matter. Whether it was Melanie or Vania, they were both his daughters anyway; as long as they could forge a relationship with Hanson, everyone was the same for him.

At that moment, Vania looked at the self-righteous and arrogant man and said without hesitation, "Revoke their membership card and toss them out."

After hearing those brutal words from Vania, Melanie felt like she wanted to step forward and rip out Vania's hair. She retorted through gritted teeth, "Why are you being so outrageous now? You're just trying to make everything personal."

When she was done with her words, Vania gave her the side-eye. "You will have to reach where I'm standing before you qualify to judge my decisions," she said while giving the lobby manager a look. Upon that, the lobby manager took the hint and made a gesture. Immediately, the bodyguards next to him stepped forward and jostled Melanie and the family out.

After all, Hanson was here, so Melanie didn't dare to lose her temper; she could only hold back her anger.

Meanwhile, in George's heart, he was still thinking about how he could win Hanson over.

Once they were gone, the restaurant was finally at peace again.

With a small smile, she turned to look at Hanson in embarrassment. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Looking at her expressions, Hanson reached out to smoothen her hair, the corners of his mouth lifting, and said with a pampering tone, "It's alright. As long as you're happy."

When Vania felt his touch, she shrugged unintentionally as she sensed a tingle on her scalp. He really does like to touch my hair.

Under his gaze, she grew shy and lowered her head. "Don't you have anything that you want to ask?" About today's chaotic scene, as well as my relationship with Melanie, it must have made him curious. But Hanson obviously had no intention to ask questions; instead, he answered patiently, "I still mean what I had said. Anytime when you're ready to tell me, I'll be listening. I've got all the time in the world."

Upon hearing his answer, Vania raised her head in surprise with her mouth agape. She looked deep into his sincere eyes, somewhat feeling shocked.

But verbally, she just politely said, "Thank you.”

Then, she pointed her finger to the restroom and smiled helplessly. "I still haven't used the restroom yet. I'll have to trouble you to wait for a bit more." Hanson reached out gently. "I'll come with you."

"This doesn't seem right, does it?" Vania blurted out without thinking. Does he even know that he would be going to the women's restroom? She blushed, and her body went stiff. Compared to the image of the strong woman Vania showed the world outside, Hanson preferred this little woman's side of her more.

His lips curled up into a smile. "It's not like I'm going in with you. Why are you so nervous?"

"..."

When he saw that Vania was struggling to explain, he reached out and gently patted her back. "Go on. The food is going to get cold."

"Alright." Then, dragging her weak body, she entered the women's restroom as fast as she could.

When in the restroom, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her blushed face in the reflection, and sighed. I can't believe it! I'm already the mother of a child. How can I still fall for him?

She whispered in her heart as she turned on the cold water and let it run over her hands, then patted her face repeatedly with her cold hands. It took a while before she could cool her face down.

By the time she came out of the restroom, she had returned to the calm and composed President Greyson again.

Seeing Hanson standing tall at the entrance, she said, "Let's head back." Hearing her words, he nodded and walked by her side as they returned. He chuckled in his heart. How did she change her expressions so quickly?