No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 A Playboy’s Display

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From the very beginning, she had been certain Damian had an ulterior motive. Yet, in the end, a part of her had still been swayed by him.

Thinking of this, what she felt most acutely was a profound sorrow at her own foolishness.

After their prolonged, public display of affection, Damian and the actress finally settled at a table slightly to the left and in front of Scarlett’s.

From her seat, a simple glance upward provided a full view of their continuing interaction. Even when she tried to focus elsewhere, their presence lingered in her peripheral vision.

Once seated, the actress remained glued to Damian’s side. While ordering, Damian went through the menu item by item, turning to her each time. “How about this one, sweetheart?”

The actress would shake her head coyly for dishes she disliked or nod with a smile for her favorites. What should have been a five–minute process stretched into a leisurely half–hour before their order was finally complete.

The server, though visibly strained, maintained a professional smile, not daring to rush them.

By the time Damian’s table was finally settled, Scarlett and Nolan were already halfway through their meal.

Nolan ladled a portion of roasted tomato bisque into a bowl for Scarlett, pushing it toward her with a gentle expression. “You’ve lost some weight lately. Have a bit more.”

Scarlett offered a small smile. “Thank you.”

Nolan continued serving her until her plate held a generous portion. Only then did she speak

like up, her tone lightly teasing, “Nolan, are you trying to fatten me up a prize heifer?”

Her words were playful, but Nolan took them with sincere earnestness. He looked directly at her, his voice soft but serious. “You’re nothing of the sort. You are lovely. Truly beautiful.”

Hearing this, a wave of heat rushed to Scarlett’s ears. Nolan was a straightforward man; he didn’t offer such compliments lightly. She felt a flicker of embarrassment at her own flippant remark.

Meanwhile, the server began delivering dishes to Damian’s table. As the plates were set down, the actress melted against Damian once more. “Damian, darling,” she cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness, “will you feed me? Please?“,

Damian looked down at her, his face alight with amusement. “Call me ‘honey‘ first, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

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The actress flushed, playfully swatting his arm. “You’re terrible. Didn’t I call you that plenty last night?”

Damian leaned in, his lips brushing her temple in a semblance of a kiss. “I want to hear it again. Go on.”

The actress shifted, pressing her lips close to his ear. “Honey,” she whispered, the word carrying just enough to be overheard.

A satisfied grin spread across Damian’s face, and his hand tightened on her waist. “That’s my girl.” He then picked up his fork, carefully cutting a piece of steak and holding it to her lips with exaggerated care.

Even in the relatively public setting of the restaurant, Damian seemed utterly unconcerned with onlookers.

As for Scarlett, she absorbed the entire performative display between Damian and the actress. A faint, detached smile touched her lips. There was no sharp pain, just a distant, hollow acknowledgment.

When they were nearly finished, Scarlett stood. “Nolan, shall we go?”

Nolan rose as well, gathering her coat and bag. “Of course.”

As they walked toward the exit, Scarlett didn’t cast a single glance toward Damian’s table. He was the quintessential playboy, his life a rotating carousel of glamorous companions. They had never inhabited the same world.

She had never entertained extravagant hopes regarding Damian. From the start, she had only ever considered him a… complicated acquaintance.

It was merely a moment of weakness, born from misplaced gratitude, that had briefly clouded her judgment.

This was fine. Everyone had their own path. A clean, mutual indifference from now on was the best possible outcome.

At the host stand, Scarlett reached for her wallet, but Nolan gently stayed her hand. “Scarlett, please, let me.”

“But I promised to treat you,” she insisted, reaching for his hand which held his credit card.

As Nolan pulled his hand back slightly, Scarlett leaned in, her fingers brushing his in an attempt to intercept the card. The sudden movement caught her off–balance. She stumbled forward, one hand landing flat against his chest for support.

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