Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 816

The bedroom was shrouded in dim shadow, Vincent's features swallowed by the low light, his expression impossible to make out, yet Scarlett could easily tell he was in a foul mood.

He hadn't drunk himself blind, but he'd definitely had more than a few whiskeys.

There was no way a fully sober man would sneak into her place like this, yet someone completely wasted couldn't have navigated his way here either.

Seated on the edge of her bed, Scarlett fixed a wary stare on him, unable to guess what he'd come intending to do.

Vincent stayed rooted where he stood and spoke in a sharp, commanding tone. "Come over here."

Scarlett glared back, full of caution. "What exactly do you want?"

"I just need to hold you," Vincent replied without delay.

Irritation flared in Scarlett instantly. "Vincent, have you lost your mind?"

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, leaving her entirely unable to read his thoughts.

"Yep, I've gone crazy," Vincent admitted flatly. "You're all I think about every single day. I don't want to marry Sabrina anymore, do you get it? I've changed my mind about that wedding."

Scarlett froze on the spot, staring at him in total bafflement, swamped with confusion.

Once she snapped out of her daze, she wasted no time ordering him out. "Get out right now. You're not welcome here, and breaking into private property is against the law."

Barely after her words left her mouth, Vincent strode forward until he stood beside the bed, his head blocking nearly all the faint lamplight and casting her in thick darkness.

Scarlett's pulse spiked with fear, staring at his shadowed form. She tried pushing herself off the mattress, but Vincent caught her by the waist in one swift motion and pressed her back against the bed.

Before Scarlett could let out a scream, his large palm clamped firmly over her mouth.

He leaned close to her ear and murmured, voice low and coaxing, "Let's not get divorced, okay?"

Scarlett fought hard, but with her mouth covered, she couldn't make a sound.

Vincent's lips moved from her ear down to her neck, kissing her.

Scarlett struggled with everything she had, but with her injured leg, she couldn't shove him off.

Just then, another figure dropped silently through the open bedroom window—it was Damian.

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