Chapter 133 Responsibility
Ding!
The elevator doors opened, and Vania hastily got out. As soon as she entered the lobby, she stopped dead in her tracks.
That’s Hanson?
In a pink wheelchair?
I never knew he liked pink.
Vania felt the urge to face-palm. Judging by his proud behavior, he didn’t seem like he was injured at all.
With her mind filled with questions, Vania sighed and walked over to him in an unnatural manner.
She stood in front of Hanson and examined him for a long while. Then, she asked with uncertainty, “What happened to you?”
Hanson couldn’t believe that she would ask him such a silly question, so he decided to ignore her.
Vania was stunned. Why did he suddenly get so stubborn? Was it because of the wheelchair?
She asked again, “Did you get injured? Are you alright?”
When Hanson saw the worry on Vania’s face, he finally decided to forgive her.
He glanced at her. Then, under her worried gaze, he got up vigorously and said in the most natural tone, “I’m alright.”
Vania was even more confused then. If he were alright, why did he use a wheelchair? Moreover, it was in such a weird color too.
Seeing Vania’s puzzled look, Hanson grinned and leaned in close to her ear. “What’s the matter? Are you worried about me?”
This sudden movement caused Vania to take a subconscious step backward, and she glared accusingly at Hanson. There were so many employees present, so why couldn’t he talk normally? What was the purpose of him getting so close to her?
Hanson ignored the accusing look in her eyes. On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood.
He liked watching Vania get angry like this, for he found her boss-like exterior too stiff and uncomfortable.
Hanson spoke seductively again, “Haven’t you forgotten something?”
Huh? Vania was dumbfounded again. Have I promised him something before?
Our work-related matters have been settled, haven’t they?
Vania tried her best to remember, but she couldn’t figure out what Hanson was getting at.
Hanson looked at her before he let out a grunt as if he were chastising his own lover. “You forgot about the check-up, didn’t you?”
At the mention of the word ‘check-up’, Vania blinked in bewilderment.
Indeed, she had forgotten about this matter.
Did Hanson come all the way for this?
She suddenly caught sight of the dazzling wheelchair and said in quiet disdain, “Don’t tell me you prepared this wheelchair for me?”
Hanson nodded in affirmation. “Congratulations, you got it right.”
“My God.” Vania was utterly shocked. What was Hanson trying to do?
Why did he prepare a wheelchair for her?
Did she even need one?
Hanson pushed the wheelchair over to her, a satisfied look on his face. “Come and sit down. You have to get your check-up today.”
“I can go for the check-up, but I don’t think I need the wheelchair.”
Vania didn’t like the idea one bit. She had been able to walk for a long time now, so this wheelchair was useless to her.
Was Hanson’s brain fried? Was that why he had prepared this for her?
This man’s thoughts were getting more difficult to understand.
Hanson narrowed his eyes with a dangerous gaze. “I’ll accompany you throughout the whole process, and your only job is to listen to me.”
“Is this really necessary?”
Vania continued to refuse. Their relationship hadn’t progressed to that stage, had it? Why did he think it was appropriate to accompany her throughout the whole process?
She felt as if she could no longer recognize him after a few days of not meeting him.
As for Hanson, he wasn’t sure how he came to this conclusion, but he simply didn’t want Vania to feel tired, so that was why he had prepared the wheelchair.
When he saw that Vania was against the idea, his expression turned cold. “I am partly responsible for your injury, so I have to take responsibility until the end.”
