Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1049

As soon as Hannah heard this, fear manifested and showed on her face. Hastily jumping out of bed, she frantically slipped on her shoes and ran over.

At this, a hint of craftiness flashed across Fabian’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Am I that scary?” he griped in slight displeasure.

Instinctively nodding, Hannah muttered to herself, “Of course! Do you not know that? You’re the devil himself. You always pick on me whenever you feel like it, but then throw me aside at other times. Didn’t you realize that? Hmph! What a fiend!”

At this precise moment, a chill struck her. She instantly snapped her head up, only to see him staring at her with eyes radiating icy coldness.

Oh my God! I actually blurted that out when I meant to just grouse inwardly, and he even heard me! What should I do? What on earth should I do? I just hope he doesn’t take offense at me.

“No, no. That’s not it. You’re not at all scary. You’re very gentle and you take good care of me. I like it a lot!” she frantically elucidated.

trying to please me! But for some reason, words eluded him for a moment. Subsequently, he ordered coldly, “Come over here and

Hannah quickly dashed over, afraid that he would again be chagrined if she tarried for even a second. However, the moment she drew close to him, the stench of alcohol assailed her. “Y-You drank earlier?” she asked cautiously

her. All the containers on the table had been opened by now, and he filled a small bowl

thermal food jar, she queried, “You must have asked someone to boil this chicken

disdain, Fabian retorted huffily, “Just concentrate on

Why must you be so fierce? You’re obviously concerned about me, yet you’re feigning

muttering inwardly. After all, she didn’t know

gaze, but in the end, she truly couldn’t stomach another bite. “I really can’t eat

inwardly What gives? Why does he keep forcing me to eat? Does he think I’m a glutton that he can shove however

at the chicken soup and food that was almost all gone, he nodded his head in satisfaction. “This is more like it! You’re such a good girl!” he declared as though coaxing a

I’m a three-year-old kid? You make me feel like heaving at the mere sight