Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

chapter-142

During their conversation, a servant had brought up a cup of honey lemon tea and politely placed it on the coffee table.

As Vania stared at the steaming cup of honey lemon tea, her expression grew even more puzzled. She did not reach out for the cup, but instead, she scrutinized Hanson’s expression to see what he was up to.

After a while, she finally asked, “Hanson, I still haven’t figured you out after all this time. Why are you treating me like this?”

They were beginning to get a little too close for her comfort, and in her opinion, they were never that close to begin with.

Hence, Vania chose to be straightforward. “Please tell me why you’re doing this.”

She wants an explanation?

Therefore, under Vania’s watchful gaze, Hanson gave her the simplest, most direct answer he could think of. “I want to marry you.”

What?

Vania thought that she must have heard it wrong, and she stared at Hanson in bewilderment.

Meanwhile, Hanson was unphased by her reaction. He calmly repeated, “I want to marry you.”

Is he proposing to me right now?

Thank goodness she had not taken a mouthful of that tea, or she would have spat it out in his face.

Having just received a marriage proposal from a man barely knew, Vania could only ask, “Do you mean that?”

Marriage had to be built upon a solid foundation of a relationship, and it should never be done in the spur of the moment. She was not even in a romantic relationship with him, so why was he jumping straight into marriage? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

In any case, she did not think that their relationship had reached the level where they could discuss the possibility of marriage.

However, Hanson nodded in all seriousness. “Yes, I do.”

He had given it a lot of thought, and Vania was a suitable match for him.

On the other hand, Vania was frowning. She had no clue where he even got this idea from, so she asked, “What do you know about me? What do you like about me?”

Hanson had no answer for her. He knew very little about her, and the word ‘like’ did not belong in his vocabulary. Even then, what did these things have to do with marriage?

He simply wanted to give Morales and Morgan a complete family, and she just so happened to check all the right boxes of what he looked for in a woman, so it seemed like marriage was the right decision.

Vania snorted when she saw his nonplussed expression. “You barely know anything about me, and you don’t have any feelings for me, so why do you want to marry me?”

Hanson thought about it and said, “I think we’re compatible, and both Morales and Morgan like you very much.”

He’s just looking for a stepmother for his children, eh?

There was a hint of derision in her eyes. “Mr. Luke, if you want a mother for your children, I think there are thousands of women who’d line up in the streets for that opportunity, but I am not one of them.”

She was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with his judgment. Did she look like someone who would volunteer to become a stepmother?

Hanson started rubbing his temples in vexation. She switched back to calling him Mr. Luke again, but he did not correct her this time. He implored solemnly, “I hope that you will seriously consider my proposal.”

However, Vania did not need to do any more thinking, and she immediately rejected him. “I don’t need to give it any more consideration. I may have some longing for a romantic relationship, but even without being in one, I am still perfectly content with my life. I’ll assume that this is something you said in jest, so let’s forget about it. I’ll get going now.”

Immediately, she got up and left.

If she did walk down the aisle with someone someday, that man must be a man that she was mutually in love with. They would love and respect one another, and they would understand each other very well, and most importantly, he would be someone who could accept her children.

It would not be with a man who came up with the idea on a careless whim and had little regard for how it would affect everything and everyone involved.

Hanson watched as she left, and he did not try to stop her. He could tell that she was fuming.