Chapter 251
Vance was stunned.
“Look. A woman’s heart is the softest, kindest thing there is. Treat her right and mean it, and she’ll feel it. Just get home, apologize, and own the whole mess, whether you’re right or wrong. Quit reaching for the bottle every time things get rough. Drinking only makes her madder, right? Call her the second you get home. Ask where she is and if she has enough money. Pick her up when she lands and live happily ever after. Sound good?” the driver said, grinning.
He paused, then continued, “Don’t mind me running my mouth. I can tell you’re a decent guy who usually treats his wife right. Rich or broke, taking care of her is what matters. I drive for a living and make peanuts compared to you, but I keep my wife right here in the palm of my hand, making her happy every day. Just call your wife, say good morning, and tell her you’ve been thinking about her all night. Make it sweet.”
Vance smiled faintly but didn’t move.
“What, shy?” the driver teased.
Vance held up his phone. “The battery’s almost dead.”
“Uh, just remember my words,” the driver said.
Vance stared at the screen. The phone hadn’t buzzed all night and now showed only a sliver of power.
It was 7 a.m., and he automatically calculated the time difference before the screen went black for good. Arriving at the destination, the driver reminded him one last time, “Go on and apologize to her properly, okay? Don’t take offense. I’m just looking out for you.”
Vance waved goodbye with a smile and headed inside.
The first thing he did was plug in his phone, then he stripped for a shower. As he pulled off his shirt, he spotted a fresh fingernail scratch across his chest.
He frowned, finished washing quickly, and grabbed his phone to call Catherine.


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