Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461 Cornered Against the Car

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Without another word, she pulled the car door open and stepped out onto the curb.

Vincent immediately followed, catching up to her in a few quick strides.

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Seeing her walking away, he reached out and caught her arm, pulling her firmly back toward him.

Vincent was strong; he easily turned her and pressed her back against the side of the car, his body caging her in.

He leaned in, his taller frame casting her entirely into his shadow there in the midday light.

Scarlett struggled briefly, but pushing against Vincent’s solid form was useless.

Finally, she went still.

Tilting her head back to look up at him, her voice was tight with anger. “Vincent, let me go.”

His large hands settled firmly at her waist. Even through the wool of her coat, the curve of her figure was unmistakable.

Scarlett was arched back against the car door, the bright sunlight making her eyes water.

Vincent looked down at her face. “Get back in the car.”

Scarlett pressed her lips together. She didn’t speak, didn’t struggle anymore.

In that moment, she felt utterly exposed, like a specimen pinned under glass.

Seeing her silence, Vincent lowered his head further, his lips almost brushing her skin.

Uncomfortable, Scarlett turned her face away.

Her resistance sent a dull throb of frustration through him.

Yet his next words held a quiet threat. “If you don’t get in the car, I’ll kiss you right here.”

His breath was warm against her cheek.

He was far too close, and Scarlett knew it.

She also believed Vincent was a man who meant what he said.

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So she relented. “Let me go first.”

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A faint, triumphant smile touched Vincent’s lips.

He waited a beat before slowly releasing her.

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As soon as Scarlett straightened, Vincent was already holding the passenger door open for her.

Once she was seated, he leaned across to fasten her seatbelt.

After clicking it into place, he stayed bent close, his eyes level with hers. “That’s better,” he murmured, his voice low.

As he said it, he reached up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek.

Scarlett closed her eyes, turning her face slightly away from his touch.

Seeing that, Vincent’s fingers stilled.

He withdrew his hand with a quiet, humorless laugh.

Without another word, he circled the car and got into the driver’s seat.

Only after the car was moving again did Scarlett remember-her graduate school entrance exams were the day after tomorrow.

Lately, dealing with Vincent, Vanessa, and Claire’s troubles had drained nearly all her energy.

With the test so close, she wanted to squeeze in every last moment of review.

Finally, she spoke to Vincent, “Take me to the library.”

He glanced at her, puzzled. “You’re not coming to the office?”

“No. I need to study.”

Hearing that, Vincent asked, “What’s wrong with staying as my wife?”

Scarlett forced herself to stay calm. After carefully summoning the past, she answered, “Everything was wrong. I was miserable. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Vincent heard the quiet resentment in her tone and didn’t press further.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I’ll have your study materials brought to the office. You can use the private lounge in my suite. It’s quiet.”

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Scarlett started to refuse, but Vincent was already on the phone with Abbott, instructing him to arrange it.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the Stewart Group building.

When they got out, Vincent, playing the part of the gentleman, opened Scarlett’s door and offered his hand.

She hesitated briefly before finally accepting his help.

At the company’s grand entrance, several employees witnessed the gesture.

Immediately, whispers began to ripple through the small crowd.

“Who is that?”

“Am I seeing this? Mr. Stewart brought a woman to the office?”

“Is that Ms. Monroe? She looks… different.”

“My goodness, he helped her out of the car.”

“They look close. Does Ms. Monroe know about this?”

As Vincent led Scarlett across the marble lobby, the audible chatter ceased.

But the moment she entered, Scarlett was met with a barrage of stares-curious, envious, indifferent.

Vincent made no attempt to downplay their connection; he seemed reluctant to let go of her hand.

Even as they stepped into the private executive elevator, his fingers remained loosely wrapped around hers.

In the polished metal reflection of the elevator wall, Scarlett could see Vincent’s jaw was tightly

set.

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