Chapter 24 Devote Your Life to Me
Obviously, he had no intention of putting her down. He then walked forward, completely ignoring the onlookers’ stares.
Meanwhile, she was already flushed to the ears. She wished she could stuff that sweet-talking mouth of his.
Why would words that were supposed to be proper become different when he said them?
Wasn’t he supposed to be the distant and aloof group president? When did he become a sweet-talker?
Someone cleared the entire path for them while he carried her calmly.
Throughout the journey, Vania pressed her face against his chest, as if trying to conceal her identity in case someone recognized her.
Seeing what she intended to do, he reflexively pursed his lips and said softly behind her ear, “It’s late night now. No one would recognize you except my subordinates.”
His frivolous voice seemed to be mocking her for being so timid.
“Hmph.” She snorted and kept her head down.
She could neither face the gazes of everyone else nor Hanson, who exuded a charming aura.
Larry, who was following them, felt as if he were invisible now.
Isn’t President Luke uninterested in women? That being the case, shouldn’t the task of carrying such a goddess be left to me? Why didn’t he let go of his hands even until now? President Luke has changed…
When they reached the room, Hanson immediately ordered, “Call the doctor over, Larry.”
“Sure thing.” Larry left right away, fearing that his presence would be an annoyance to Hanson’s eyes.
Vania had been in his embrace since he saved her. He sat on the sofa with a concerned expression and looked at the woman in his arms, who had been lowering her head the entire time. “Wash up first and change into clean clothes. I’ll have the doctor examine you later to see if you’re injured.”
All the clothes on Vania were torn.
She would have been naked if it hadn’t been for Hanson’s coat.
That triggered feelings of humiliation and panic in her heart.
She uneasily stood up from his embrace and asked awkwardly, “Can I lend one of your shirts?”
All her belongings were still in the car. Since she came here with Hanson via helicopter, she did not have her things with her now.
She could not possibly come out naked after showering. Furthermore, there were only the two of them in the room.
To that, he nodded. “Of course,” he replied unhesitatingly.
This presidential suite was prepared for him alone, equipped with all of the daily necessities. How difficult would it be to let her have one shirt?
He walked to his wardrobe and handed her a clean shirt. “Tell me whatever you need. I’ll send someone to get them.” He had long forgotten about his mysophobia.
Vania nodded gratefully to him. Remembering that he rescued her today, she said, “Thank you for everything you’ve done today. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have…”
She just couldn’t bring herself to say certain things.
Noticing her discomfort, he casually replied, “You’re just thanking me this way? Isn’t it too easy?”
“What?” She did not expect that he would say such words. Unable to respond, she looked at him doubtfully, waiting to hear from him how he wanted her to express her gratitude.
He then smiled and said half-jokingly, “Since I saved you, shouldn’t you devote your life to me?”
