Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 857

Thomas relaxed when he realized it was Liam who was talking to him. "Can we eat now?"

"Yes, the food has been served for a while now." Liam looked at him meaningfully and stopped pushing for answers at his poor attempt at changing the topic.

However, Liam couldn't help but think. Is he thinking about Yvonne or… Vania?

Regardless, he was always one to keep his emotions in check. Therefore, despite arriving at a rather shocking discovery, he continued to lighten up the mood at the table.

He held his phone and shook it slightly as he inquired, "Bryan is also in the area. Wanna ask him to join?"

If he didn't do something to switch things up, he felt the dinner would end in awkward silence.

Vania nodded. "Sure. Jennifer likes spicy barbecue too."

All these men with her didn't enjoy spicy delicacies. Frankly, it was boring for her to enjoy them alone.

Suddenly, Hanson wrapped an arm around her. "Feed me."

She gave him a side-eye. "Do you want to go to the hospital again?"

"I meant the non-spicy one," he said cheerily, eager to enjoy his wife feeding him.

Now, he had come to love being fed by her.

"You have functional hands." Vania readily dismissed him as she took a huge bite of meat and chewed.

She had fed him this afternoon already. But, in her opinion, he was asking for too much.

She even suspected that he was just a child inside a man's body.

Unfortunately, Hanson just pressed closer and murmured against her soft cheeks, "But food tastes better when you feed me."

There was the taste of love when she fed him. How could that compare to him eating himself?

"Haha." Vania chuckled dryly. She didn't want to entertain this man who loved taking advantage of her, especially not when there was a delicious spread of food right before her.

Besides, two other people were watching them at the table. Since when did he muster the courage to ask her such a ridiculous thing?

"Darling, if you're not going to feed me, I'll have to feed myself." He smiled wickedly at her.

Vania's face froze. "What do you want to do?"

"Feeding myself," Hanson answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "What can I do since my wife doesn't want to care for me? I can only do something about it myself."

"What are you going to do then?" She looked at him warily and couldn't help but think his words were laced with double meaning.

He looked around and raised his hands mischievously. "What were you thinking about, Darling? I'm talking about using my own hands."

She glared at him from the corner of her eyes. What are you waiting for if you want to use your hands? Stop waving your hand at my face.

"Oh." Then, she turned her head and continued enjoying the food with a relish. She wasn't concerned about what he would do with his hands.

On the other hand, Hanson's gaze contained a hint of warning as it fleetingly went toward Thomas

Thomas noticed his eyes, and he felt his heart momentarily stop beating.

Hanson was brilliant. Did he realize something?