Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 A Signed Truce for Dinner

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Since Maria refused to look for her, Sabrina didn’t push the matter further. In her current state, she couldn’t even get out of bed herself.

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At exactly five in the evening, the sky was streaked with deep red and gold, the kind of sunset that painted the clouds and spilled a warm, orange glow into Scarlett’s room.

The curtains were drawn wide, and the fading light filled the space.

Scarlett sat by the floor-to-ceiling window. Against that dramatic backdrop of color, a car- Vincent’s car-eased through the

gates and

and up the driveway.

Within minutes, his footsteps sounded on the stairs.

He pushed open the guest room door and saw her by the window. In a few strides, he was beside her. Leaning down, he placed his hands on the back of her chair, letting his warm breath brush her ear. “It’s Harris’ birthday tonight. Come with me to dinner?”

Scarlett leaned away from his closeness. At the same time, she replied coolly, “I’ll go. But first, I want the agreement you promised me. Signed.”

Hearing her bring up the contract, Vincent felt a spike of irritation.

Was she really that eager to formalize their separation?

There was a time when she would have given anything just to be by his side.

Now that he was offering what she once wanted, why did she act as though she no longer needed it?

Vincent seethed inwardly, but unlike before, he held his temper in check.

After a moment, he explained, “I’ve already asked Abbott to draft it. These things don’t happen instantly. We’ll sign it as soon as it’s ready.”

Scarlett picked up her phone. “Then give me a verbal commitment now. That can still hold weight.”

Vincent’s posture stiffened.

He had never known her to be se

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But seeing her stance-that she wouldn’t go unless he complied-he yielded.

Taking the phone, he recorded a clear verbal promise into a voice memo.

At her insistence, he followed it with a confirming text message.

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Only when both were done did Scarlett say, “Alright. Let’s go.”

She stood and started toward the door.

Seeing her like that, Vincent called after her, “Scarlett, you…” He trailed off, seeming almost embarrassed to say it outright.

Scarlett guessed his meaning. “You want me to put on some makeup?”

She was dressed very casually-sneakers, a tracksuit, her hair pulled simply back.

Though her natural looks were fine, showing up to a dinner like this might draw comments.

Vincent looked at her and nodded. “Maybe just a little something. You look tired.”

Scarlett let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Fine.”

She didn’t refuse, simply agreeing to his suggestion.

It struck her that she’d never realized he cared this much about appearances.

But then, what man didn’t want the woman beside him to look polished in public?

Like Sabrina-always dazzling, always put together, radiant even when ill or upset.

Not like her. She’d had a child. That fierce desire to please had faded. She no longer felt compelled to dress up for him.

Half an hour later, Scarlett was ready.

She hadn’t changed her clothes, only applied light makeup-a touch of foundation, a hint of lipstick.

Even that little bit brought a subtle brightness to her features.

Seeing the difference, Vincent finally offered a small smile. He reached for her hand, but she moved it away.

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During the drive, Scarlett kept her gaze fixed out the window.

Her reflection showed in the glass-no trace of a smile, her expression subdued.

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Vincent didn’t know what she was thinking, and his own mood grew heavier because of it.

Soon, the car stopped outside the restaurant.

A valet approached. Vincent handed a wrapped gift to Scarlett. “You hold this. Later, say it’s from you.”

Scarlett paused, then took it.

Led by a host, they were shown to the private dining room Harris had reserved.

Vincent entered first, with Scarlett a step behind.

When the door opened, everyone inside saw Vincent first and rose to greet him.

“Vincent.”

“Mr. Stewart.”

“Vincent.”

A mix of familiar and formal addresses.

After acknowledging them, Vincent gave a faint smile. “Please, everyone, sit.”

As he finished speaking, he stepped slightly aside, revealing Scarlett’s slender figure behind him.

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