No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 848

At that very moment, his gaze landed on Scarlett—dark, heavy, and tangled with unreadable emotions.

The second their eyes met, Scarlett instinctively nudged Damian. "Damian, it's Vincent."

The warm smile on Damian's face faded the instant he heard her voice.

He straightened slightly, then turned to glance toward the roadside.

His tall, sturdy frame shielded Scarlett in the passenger seat entirely. He stood grounded, facing Vincent head-on in unreserved confrontation.

Their gazes clashed in the silence, a wordless battle far more intense than any verbal fight.

Damian deliberately curved his lips into a smile, his eyes sharp with provocation, disdain, and playful mockery. He raised his voice, calling out to Vincent. "Mr. Stewart. What a pleasant surprise, running into you here."

Vincent ignored his deliberate provocation. He did not utter a single word, yet his cold, brooding stare remained fixed firmly on Damian.

Sensing the quiet resentment in Vincent's eyes, Damian smirked faintly. "You're staring so intently. Am I that good-looking?"

Vincent stayed silent.

Bored by his lack of reaction, Damian rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "A powerless husband."

The short phrase held layers of biting meaning.

Vincent's heart twisted sharply at the words.

He had hoped what he'd just seen was a misunderstanding, but the truth was undeniable—he had watched Damian kiss Scarlett, and she had leaned into it willingly.

The memory of the hickeys covering Scarlett's neck at the bridal shop resurfaced, leaving him unable to convince himself that nothing had happened between her and Damian.

Still, a stubborn part of him refused to accept the harsh reality right before his eyes.

When Damian finally grew tired of taunting him and turned to close the car door, Vincent spoke at last, breaking his long silence, "Scarlett, get out. I need to talk to you."

Vincent had stepped out of his car and onto the roadside. His voice was loud, edged with barely suppressed anger.

Panic flared uncontrollably in Scarlett's chest the moment she heard him call her name.

Damian saw her distraction and fear clear as day.

He turned back toward Vincent, wearing a mocking smile. "Whatever you have to say, you can say it to my face."

Vincent's gaze locked on Damian, swirling with scrutiny, fury, and tangled, conflicting emotions—no single feeling overpowered the others.

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