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Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 856
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Chapter 856

Vania suddenly demanded, "Then, what are you waiting for? Go get me the cutlery!"

Everyone was rendered speechless by her abrupt change in demeanor and could not come to their senses.

That was especially true for Thomas, who was mesmerized by Vania's brazen behavior as he looked at her with

eyes filled with fondness.

The mysterious Vania was too charming. The waiter was so embarrassed and didn't know what to do and could only

duck his head and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll go get them now."

With that, he covered his face and scrambled away.

By now, she had already returned to her usual self and stared at the burning barbecue like nothing had occurred

earlier, as she was a little hungry.

Hanson embraced her lightly, tilted her chin upwards, and demanded gravely, "Did you forget what I told you

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before?"

She blinked once before swallowing her saliva anxiously. "What?"

He had told her many things before. Which was he referring to now?

He massaged his temples gently, upset that she had forgotten his words just as he had feared.

Then, he spoke into her ear solemnly, "Don't wink at anyone else in the future, and you have to be mindful of your

smile when you're outside."

He had a clear view of how alluring she was when she tried to tempt people.

That male waiter could not even speak properly nor walk well after their brief conversation.

Vania looked Hanson in the eyes before suddenly showing off her pearly whites. "I can't even smile at you too?"

He was at a loss for words but still repeated sternly, "I'm not anyone. You can smile at me."

Why is her brain suddenly not working?

"Hehe." She smiled at him once more before proudly boasting, "I'm just too pretty. So, no matter what I do, I look

good. Unless you lock me up from the outside world."

Honestly, this man and his controlling behavior… She wasn't a block of ice. How could she not smile when she's

happy?

Now, she's learned to argue? Hanson's eyes narrowed dangerously.

It wasn't a bad idea to lock her up. Then, only he would get to enjoy her beauty. Actually, it was an excellent idea.

When Vania saw his thinking face, she immediately knew what he was thinking about and changed her attitude as

she promised him, "Hehe. I know, Darling. Don't worry. I'll only smile at you from now on."

It wasn't wise to argue against him right now unless she wanted to lose her freedom. So, she had to coax him. That

way, he wouldn't have any wild thoughts lingering in his mind.

Hanson's mood brightened at her submission, and he gently carded his fingers through her hair. "That's my girl."

He liked his cute wife a lot.

She smiled and then refocused her eyes on the barbecue. The fragrance made her mouth water, and she couldn't

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wait to dig in.

Meanwhile, Thomas' eyes were fixated on her since she started arguing with the waiter.

He also watched Vania and Hanson's interaction, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Especially when both of them kept whispering to each other. Even though he couldn't hear what they were talking

about, he still heard her call Hanson 'darling'.

He knew she wasn't referring to him, but his heart still pounded as he imagined how great it would feel if she called

him that.

Still, a bitter smile crept up his face as his mind kept reminding him that she wasn't his.

"What are you thinking?" Liam finally felt something was off with him and asked in concern.

Unfortunately, Thomas was still lost within the confines of his mind as he looked ahead blankly. Naturally, due to his

inattention, he didn't hear Liam's inquiry.

"Earth to Thomas! What are you thinking about?" Liam even patted his shoulder, which caused him to jerk back to

reality as he stammered unconvincingly, "N-Nothing."