When Fabian made his way to the kitchen, he was surprised to see that there was in fact, chicken soup waiting for him on the table.
Again, Fabian was stunned by this. He initially thought that Hannah was drunkenly spewing nonsense. So you actually did make chicken soup? Not bad, Hannah. Not bad at all.
However, isn’t this a bit excessive? Fabian assumed that it was just a bowl of soup or even a flask of it. He was definitely not expecting a large vat full of soup. It was enough to last a person for days!
Fabian stared at the vat when a sense of familiarity suddenly hit him. He peered closer to a good look when he realized exactly what she used. It wasn’t just any vat! This was the basin that he bought for her to soak her feet in!
Hannah Young!
“You cruel little sh*t. Did you actually cook this in the basin?”
Fabian had no intention of drinking any of it. He picked up the basin, marched straight into the bathroom, and chucked the contents down the toilet. After flushing, he walked towards the bedroom, basin in hand.
“I’ve finished it.” He lifted the basin so Hannah could take a closer look.
Hannah eyed the now-empty basin and nodded satisfactorily. Hmph! Now you know how drinking goddamn chicken soup is like? Let’s see if you have the audacity to force that on me again.
Hannah pondered over something quietly and paused before finally addressing Fabian again. “Here, I bought you something new to wear.”
She lifted the wedding dress she had just removed and pushed it into Fabian’s arms as she said this. Hannah couldn’t care less if he wanted the garment or not.
Fabian could not help the sting that he felt in his heart. He thought that her gesture was perfunctory, if not careless. She should have at least given him something or used one of his garments to pretend. Using the dress that he had so painstakingly chosen for her was completely unnecessary.
“Aren’t you a good boy?” Hannah did not seem to notice or care about Fabian’s unhappiness. She only patted his face lightly and spoke to him as if she were praising an obedient child.
Just then, Hannah slid off the bed and rushed towards Fabian in a drunken stupor. Her lids were lowered, but she ran straight for him with her arms wide open and wrapped them around him. With a mighty shove, she spun Fabian around and pinned him underneath her.
Fabian let out a shaky breath. The abruptness of Hannah’s behavior had caught him off guard. What on earth was she doing?
Did you underestimate how potent the alcohol would be? Did you do it to make yourself brave? Fabian shuddered at the thought. How could this be? After all, she was the type to start blushing the moment she spoke too much. Could she really take the initiative this way?
What Hannah said next pushed all doubts out of his mind. “Fabian, you’re always forcing me to be with you. Today, I’ll do the opposite and force you to be with me instead!”
The admission did not make Fabian worry any less, however.
Has she gone insane? Hannah, if this is the case, then you should drink more in the future.
Hannah’s hand had snaked up his chest as if to calm his frantically beating heart.
Her lips fluttered by his earlobes teasingly, like she meant to give him a kiss.
Fabian could feel the warmth of her breath tickling him as her lips swept across cheeks and neck.
Fabian could no longer contain the lust he tried very hard to suppress. He felt agitated, like a volcano about to erupt.
Fabian tightened his grip on her as his breathing began to quicken.
“Huh?” Hannah stopped suddenly, muttering aloud. “Something’s not right. Why do I feel like something isn’t right?”
“Why do I feel like I’m at the losing end despite taking the initiative? Why should I even force him?” She then realized that something was wrong with what she was about to do.
