Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60 The Twisted Ankle

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A sharp, throbbing pain shot through Scarlett’s ankle. Beads of sweat instantly formed on her forehead and back, and she found herself completely unable to bear any weight on her injured foot. Half of her body. leaned heavily against Nolan for support.

Just then, a waiter’s voice called out not far away, “Mr. Stewart.”

Scarlett glanced up and saw Vincent walking directly past her, his stride purposeful and uninterrupted.

Vincent had, in fact, noticed Scarlett moments earlier. He had witnessed her stumble down the steps at the restaurant entrance, and he had also seen Nolan discreetly slip a card into her bag.

He had overheard Nolan’s questioning remark. “Why are you giving me a bank card out of nowhere?”

Vincent had seen it all. He had heard it all.

The closeness between Scarlett and Nolan was undeniable-so intimate it inevitably bred suspicion.

From Scarlett’s perspective, Vincent was nothing but cold and heartless. He had walked right by her without so much as a glance, offering not a single word of concern.

But then, that was Vincent, wasn’t it?

Even if she were to collapse and die right before his eyes, he would likely remain utterly unmoved.

The thought brought a bitter, humorless smile to her lips.

Nolan sensed her profound disappointment. He pressed his lips together briefly before saying, “Let me help you over to the curb. I should take a look at your ankle.”

Scarlett nodded weakly. “Okay.”

Leaning on him, she allowed Nolan to guide her to the low wall of a nearby flowerbed, where she sat down heavily.

Meanwhile, after entering the restaurant, Vincent did not proceed to the private room Daniel had specified. Instead, he paused and turned, his gaze piercing through the glass door, fixed on Scarlett and Nolan by the roadside.

Nolan had crouched down in front of Scarlett, completely disregarding appearances, and was carefully removing her shoe to examine and gently massage her wollen ankle.

To Vincent, this scene was nothing short of humiliating

How could a man debase himself by performing such a servile act for a woman in public?

He felt a surge of contempt.

No wonder Nolan would never amount to anything significan

The more Vincent dwelled on it, the more irritated he came. Almost unconsciously, he pulled out his phone and dialed Abbott,

“Mr. Stewart,” Abbott answered promptly.

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Vincent was silent for a beat before issuing the order, “eeze Scarlett’s card,”

The card Scarlett had given to Nolan-Vincent remembered it clearly. It was the one he had provided her, intended for purchasing necessities for Vanessa.

He had been generous, depositing a substantial sum on that card every month.

He didn’t know the exact remaining balance, but regardless of the amount, he refused to let some opportunistic pretty boy get his hands on it.

In his mind, Scarlett giving the card to Nolan was tantamount to her financially supporting him.

Therefore, he would freeze it immediately.

Abbott was momentarily stunned but knew better than question the order. “Understood, Mr. Stewart,” he replied.

Back by the flowerbed, Scarlett watched as Nolan removed her shoe and began massaging her ankle. She felt intensely flustered and embarrassed.

“Nolan, you really don’t have to do this. The hospital is ght next door. I can just get some medication; I’ll be fine,” she protested, attempting to gently push his hands away and pull him upright.

Nolan looked up, his eyes meeting hers. Their faces were suddenly very close, the proximity feeling almost intimate enough for a kiss.

Vincent, still watching from inside, saw it all.

He ended the call with Abbott and strode into the private room, his expression thunderous.

Inside, Daniel and Sabrina rose to greet him, but he brushed past them without a word, his dark mood. palpable.

Outside, Scarlett, acutely aware of their closeness, quickly shuffled backward to create distance. Nolan, however, maintained his grip on her ankle, his gaze fixe on her foot as he examined it carefully. “It’s quite swollen.” He observed after a long moment.

Scarlett’s face flushed a deep crimson. She felt profoundly embarrassed but found herself unable to stop Nolan, so she reluctantly allowed him to continue tending to her foot.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward. In an attempt to break the tension, she whispered, “Nolan, I think I underestimated just how much Vincent cares for Sabrina. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t be in this situation because of me.”

The guilt still weighed heavily on her.

Nolan looked up at her and offered a reassuring smile, “But standing by you was my own choice. You haven’t done anything wrong, so please stop apologizing.”

Scarlett felt at a loss for words. She opened her mouth, ut all that emerged was another soft, “I’m sorry.”

Nolan clearly didn’t want to dwell on the topic. The war afternoon sunlight illuminated his face, accentuating his sharp, handsome features.

He grinned playfully. “So, shall I carry you on my back, or in my arms?”

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Scarlett’s face burned even hotter with shyness can manage to walk by myself; deinde, though the claim lacked coction

Nolan took her hand gently, “Why be so whom? May to lean on somerne venelanes, to one is gong to judge you for it

Touched by his kindness, Scarlett’s eyes reddened. “The on your back sense, the unseher whoty

It was the middle of the day-being carried in his arms would have been far too cojourneren

Her ankle throbbed relendeuly, walking was genuinely opponible. Schon had witally foundys the midje just hop to the curb and hail a taxi.

But with Nolan present, he wasn’t about to abandon her on the viderik

Obliging her request, Nolan turned and crouched down front of her, preventing his back

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