No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 679

Scarlett had heard enough. "Stop. We have nothing left to say to each other."

She saw Vincent lift his hand again, as if to pull her back toward him.

Turning her head sharply, Scarlett sank her teeth into Vincent's forearm, holding nothing back.

She bit down so hard she could feel her own jaw trembling.

Vincent let out a low grunt of pain.

Even then, Scarlett didn't release him.

Vincent's face paled. When she still wouldn't let go, he instinctively raised his other hand as if to strike her—but froze mid-motion.

In that split second of hesitation, Scarlett shoved him back hard, snatched her crutch, and hobbled out of the restroom.

As the door swung open, several people lingering outside—who had clearly been eavesdropping—stared in confusion at the scene.

Scarlett ignored them completely, pushing past without a glance.

Vincent remained where he stood, clutching his bitten arm, his gaze fixed on Scarlett's retreating figure.

She wasn't moving fast, but every step carried a frantic urgency, as though she were running from something terrifying.

The uneven rhythm of her crutch made her gait appear awkward, almost stumbling.

On her way out, she bumped into two attendees.

She nearly lost her balance, but one of them caught her arm just in time.

"Sorry," Scarlett muttered, head down, before hurrying away—a disheveled, pitiful sight.

Vincent still hadn't moved, but his lips parted slightly as he murmured under his breath, "Is this really what you wanted?"

Back in her seat, disheveled and shaken, Scarlett's heart continued to race.

Every hurried step had been fueled by old, painful memories.

She couldn't bear another second near Vincent.

As soon as she sat down, she felt eyes on her.

She turned and met Sabrina's questioning look. Sabrina seemed about to say something, but Scarlett averted her gaze almost immediately.

Not long after, Vincent returned as well.

"Vincent, where'd you go?" Sabrina asked, tilting her head.

She kept her smile intact. "Vincent, since you love hearing me play so much... how about I play for you for the rest of my life?"

Vincent paused almost imperceptibly before answering, "Okay."

Sabrina's smile widened. "You've heard me play so many times... aren't you bored yet?"

His smile softened, charming as ever. He tapped her nose lightly. "Never. I could never get tired of your music."

Scarlett, seated nearby, overheard every word of their exchange.

But now, it stirred nothing in her.

If anything, her heart was already wholly occupied by someone else.

Onstage, after the host and organizers finished presenting the awards, the winners descended arm in arm—all except Claire.

She came down alone, trophy in one hand, the other lifting the hem of her gown.

Yet there was no unease in her demeanor; every step was poised, graceful, impossible to look away from.

Scarlett's eyes were only on Claire. And as Claire stepped off the stage, her gaze found Scarlett's across the room.

In that silent exchange, there was no need for words—only mutual encouragement and gratitude, clear and unwavering.