Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 872

Furthermore, the number of viewers was increasing. Vania didn't expect a live stream of her sleeping would get so popular, and the news that they were live made her freeze. So my image is ruined. She let out a sigh of resignation and explained seriously, "Sorry. I went to bed really late last night."

'We know. You're tired.'

'It's okay. We understand. Mr. Luke is awesome.'

Vania stared at the comments in confusion. What are they talking about? Why does it sound so wrong? Am I overthinking sh*t? And what does Hanson have to do with my poor sleep? Realization struck her like a lightning bolt. She whipped her head around to look at Hanson and hissed, "What did you tell them?"

It was only loud enough for them to hear. I bet he ran his mouth while I was asleep, or none of this would have happened.

He shrugged and whispered, "I said nothing. I only held you while you slept." He looked innocent and ignorant about what happened.

"Then what's with the comments?" She was a little embarrassed. Talking about sex openly was still embarrassing for her.

"What's with the comments, anyway? I don't see anything." He held his laughter back and tried to

bullsh*t his way out of this.

But Vania saw the smug look in his eyes, and she snorted. I know he must have done something.

Hanson cared about his wife's sensitivities, so he bade everyone goodbye. "My wife's a little miffed now. Gotta calm her down. See you around."

'Sure. Good luck, Mr. Luke.'

'Oh, I wanna see her embarrassed look.'

'You just want to show us how deeply in love you two are. Go cheer her up.'

And now the whole country knew what the couple was doing at night. Once they stopped the livestream, Vania felt her face cooling down.

Hanson held her in his arms. "Get some rest. We still have a long way to go." His voice was gentle and sweet.

The cameraman turned his camera off and turned around. He pretended he wasn't there and saw nothing.

Vania couldn't even move an inch. Now that she was awake, she refused to sleep again. Instad, she feigned anger. "I'm going to whoop your *ss when we get home." That's for running your mouth in front of the viewers.

Hanson wasn't afraid, however. He kept grinning, and then held her hand to stop her from thumping his chest. It felt soft and almost boneless. "You owe me a reward, honey, and I intend to cash in

when we get home."

Vania quickly came up with an idea. "Why don't we call it even?" And you can't take advantage of me anymore. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Hanson smiled. "In your dreams. I can't do that, honey." That's my reward. I won't give it up that easily.

Vania shrugged. It's a fight, then. "Guess we'll have to fight to the end."