Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 701

Scarlett didn't even pause before answering. "Yes. She matters more to me than either of you."

Vincent's temper flared. "Scarlett, you—"

But Scarlett remained ice-cold. "Vincent, I'm living for myself now. You have someone important to you. Vanessa has someone important to her. It's time I have someone important to me too."

Without another word, she ended the call.

As she set her phone down, Scarlett noticed Felix watching her. She met his gaze.

After a moment, Felix spoke up. "Ms. Theron, I don't have any further questions. I can take you to Damian's place now."

Scarlett shook her head. "That's alright. I'd like to walk around by myself for a bit."

Felix accepted her decision, though he added gently, "Okay. But please let Damian know where you are. If he doesn't hear from you, he really will turn the city upside down looking for you."

A faint smile touched Scarlett's lips. "I understand."

With that, Felix left first.

Scarlett stayed at the café a little longer, finishing what was left of her coffee before finally gathering her things and stepping outside.

Snow was falling, and the air was bitterly cold.

The wind stung her face like tiny blades, sharp and biting against her skin.

Still, she pulled her coat tighter and walked out.

Her leg hadn't fully healed yet, and she was nervous about slipping, so every step was careful and measured.

She made her way slowly toward the mall entrance, but just as she reached it, a tall figure strode directly toward her.

She glanced back and saw Vincent.

All the calm she'd felt earlier evaporated in an instant.

Vincent approached, his expression chilly. "Can we talk?"

Scarlett hesitated, not really in the mood for a conversation.

But after a brief pause, she agreed flatly, "Fine."

Vincent turned and started walking. "Follow me."

He moved quickly, not bothering to check if she was keeping up.

With her injured leg, Scarlett couldn't match his pace—and she didn't try to. She simply walked at her own speed.

In the past, she would've pushed through the pain to catch up.

Now, she only cared about what felt right for her.

Vincent got well ahead before noticing she wasn't behind him. He stopped and looked back, watching her move slowly across the pavement.

A flicker of impatience rose in him, but it faded just as fast.

He stood there in the middle of the mall, quietly waiting for Scarlett to reach him.

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