Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 864

It's not the time to ask him now, Yvonne thought. Instead, I'll ask him again once he's sober.

But Thomas had heard her when she mentioned 'drunk man', and he snorted in disgruntlement. "I'm not drunk… I'm not…"

Although he couldn't even stand straight with her help, he kept insisting that he wasn't drunk.

Meanwhile, Yvonne stopped speaking with him because there was no point in reasoning with a drunk. At the end of the day, he was a man, and a drunk man was especially strong.

So, she used up a lot of energy before she could finally help him back to his room, and she left after placing him in a safe and comfortable position.

The moment she left the room, Thomas' eyes popped open. They were still bloodshot, but the drunkenness within had more or less receded.

As he rolled over, he stared at the ceiling and muttered, "Vania, is there still a chance between us?"

But after he asked this question, he thought he was being ridiculous.

It's impossible between us, he thought. If there's any, it's only in my dreams.

He closed his eyes in despair and thought it was a good thing to have a fragment of her warmth in his dreams.

…

The following day, Vania was woken up by the heavy weight pressing against her.

The less-than-stellar wake-up call disgruntled her as she opened her eyes and glared at Hanson. "Get up."

Her tone still sounded a little groggy from just waking up, making one feel like messing with her, and that was exactly what Hanson did.

He showered her face with kisses and chirped energetically, "Darling, we still have one more to do." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

My god, I really feel like punching someone, she thought. He already took advantage of me last night. Why can't he just wait a little longer? Right after I open my eyes, he's asking for the second time. That's too much…

She closed her eyes and feigned sleep, refusing to continue the conversation with this man since nothing good would turn out of it. But, alas, she wasn't the least bit sleepy and could merely curse this dissatisfied man with her eyes closed.

"Can you still fall asleep, darling?" Unfortunately, he was restless as he poked her nose and ran his fingers across her eyelids, acting like a cheeky child.

"If you could stop touching me for more than five seconds, I would have sweet dreams by now," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Earlier, when she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the sky outside, and it was just turning

bright; definitely not the time they usually get out of bed.

"Did you dream about me?"

Clearly, he didn't want her to sleep, and his tone was playful. He was even deliberately blowing into her ears from time to time.

Vania could no longer put up the pretense, but her eyes remained shut, and she kept quiet. It would be over if she started a conversation with him.

On the other hand, Hanson displayed his perseverance, continuing to murmur incessantly. "Am I the one in your dreams? What did we do in your dream? Oh, should we act out what we did in the dream?"

Hanson was full of obscene words, and the more he spoke, the dirtier it got.

Vania couldn't help but grind her teeth as she thought angrily, Yes, I did dream about you, but in my dream, I was beating you to a pulp!

Although her eyes were closed, he could feel her seething anger. Yet, the grin on his face didn't waver one bit.

"You don't like me anymore, do you?" he whined. "You're not even speaking with me anymore."

Congrats! You guessed it right, she thought sarcastically. Her annoyance had reached its peak. What's wrong with this man today? Why is he so energetic at this time of the day and blabbering on and on?