No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 693

Still, even if he wasn't in love with her, the thought of Scarlett spending time with Damian left him unsettled every time it crossed his mind.

To shake off that uneasy feeling, he threw himself into Sabrina's affection day after day.

Yet as weeks passed, he realized that Sabrina's kindness did nothing to keep his thoughts from drifting back to Scarlett.

Like now—he actually caught himself missing the way things used to be with her.

Back then, she took care of him down to the smallest detail: making his breakfast, picking out his clothes, bringing him dinner when he worked late...

Remembering it all only made Vincent more restless.

He lowered his head and pressed his fingers against the space between his eyebrows.

And just like that, Vincent remained in that distracted state all morning.

Before he realized it, noon had arrived.

Everyone else in the office had already headed to the cafeteria for lunch, but Vincent stayed at his desk, lost in old memories.

He even began scrolling back through his text history with Scarlett. The further back he went, the clearer it became how deeply she had once cared for him.

"Vincent, it's supposed to rain later. Don't forget your umbrella."

"It's Thanksgiving next week. I'm trying out a few new pie recipes—come home a little early if you can?"

"Vincent, any chance you could pick me up after my shift?"

"Today was insane at the hospital. I'm exhausted... wish you were here."

"Vincent, I miss you. I really just want you to hold me."

"Do you... kind of hate me or something?"

So many messages. Vincent hadn't replied to a single one.

Somewhere along the way, he'd even forgotten she had ever sent them.

But seeing them now felt like undeniable proof—plain and direct.

Lost in his thoughts, a knock came at the door.

Vincent pulled himself back to the present, glanced toward the entrance, and said, "Come in."

The office door opened, and Sabrina stepped inside, carrying a lunch bag.

When he saw it was her, Vincent's expression grew even heavier.

Sabrina approached, set the bag on his desk, and began unpacking it. "I made all of this myself," she said softly. "Give it a try."

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