Love of Tomorrow (Vania Greyson)

Chapter 10 Hanson’s Child

Vania was concerned as she found the place empty after she took a look around at her surroundings. “Did you two come together with your family? Why are the two of you here by yourselves? It’s very dangerous for children to be sitting by the pool unsupervised.”

Her concern startled the two cute little children, but they still nodded to her wordlessly as a form of reply.

She did not feel awkward with their interaction. In fact, she felt a sense of intimacy with them that made her want to be in their company for a little while longer. She was laughing at herself in her head for feeling like this. Perhaps this feeling of hers was due to her intense longing for those two children of hers.

Her smile grew wider as she pointed at the drawing board in the children’s hands. “Can I have a look at your drawings? I’d say I’m fairly good at drawing myself.”

The children met each other’s eyes before they slowly handed their drawing board to Vania. With a smile from the bottom of her heart, she seized the opportunity and went to the children’s side.

After noticing the realistic drawing of a flower on the board, she praised in awe, “This drawing is so excellent. Looks like someone here is going to be an excellent painter in the future.”

Then, the round-faced child explained in a soft yet proud tone, “My brother can draw even better than this. He even taught me how to be better at drawing, so I’ll definitely be better at it in the future.”

“Oh really? You two are amazing!” Vania gave the two children a thumbs up. “You two are the most talented children I have ever seen. Even I myself wasn’t as good as you two when I was your age.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Due to her talent for the arts, there were not many that were deemed worthy of her praise.

Furthermore, she had wanted her own children to have an interest in inheriting her legacy. Yet, none of the three children back home showed any interest in the art.

lovely children grew

such straightforward praise, the older child’s cheeks flushed red instantly. He immediately hung his head, for he was embarrassed to look at Vania’s

sat with them on the rock

the presidential suite of the Porttiyc

he was the king of hell himself, Hanson—whose face was as chilling as the winter storm—was sitting upright on

beside himself with anxiety as his gaze fixed

of the Luke Family. The master and the madam have always treated the two children as though they were so fragile that the slightest force would break the children. If something were to happen to them… the consequences

worry, one of the bodyguards barged

got up. “Lead

them took giant strides as

that was hand-embroidered with osmanthus flowers. The body-hugging design had perfectly accentuated her hourglass figure; her long hair was tied up into a low bun without the excessive hair accessories that gave off

her head low as she drew in silence. Looking at her now, she looked as if she was an angel that had descended on earth. Beside her were two well-behaved children who were

afterglow of the sunset, the scenery

so astonished by the scenery that it stopped him in his tracks. This woman is…

her drawing of the two children in cartoon form with the finishing touch of her initials ‘VG’ and

is our first time meeting each other,

eyes widened in surprise and slight

at them. “Keep it up. Keep up the effort

drawing with both their hands. The two gently touched