Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 165

Although Mrs. Hayes's words offered some comfort, Vivienne Ambrose still had other concerns.

"Mrs. Hayes, do you think Mr. Hayes will refuse to accept me when the time comes?"

Mrs. Hayes smiled faintly. "Parents can never win against their children. When the time comes, as long as Dante insists on marrying you, Samuel won't be able to stop him, no matter how much he objects."

"So, what you need to do right now is act exactly as you always have around Dante. Be understanding, sweet, and sensible. Keep a tight grip on his heart."

Vivienne bit her lip and nodded. "I understand."

Upstairs, Dante Hayes stood in front of Quinn Yates's tightly shut bedroom door for a long time, his expression growing darker by the minute.

She had clearly seen him chase after Vivienne, yet she hadn't even bothered to come down and check on the situation.

The door was locked tight, and there was dead silence from within.

Was she asleep?

How the hell could she sleep at a time like this?

Shouldn't she be throwing a fit of jealousy right now?

That feeling of being completely ignored, of being utterly insignificant to her, twisted painfully in Dante's chest.

In reality, Quinn was indeed fast asleep.

She had spent the entire morning packing and moving back in, and she had spent the afternoon hashing out banquet details with Lawrence Knight. She was simply exhausted.

So, the moment her head hit the pillow, she had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.

As for whether Dante managed to coax his precious first love back into his arms? That was none of her business.

The storm continued to lash against the villa's windows, the heavy rainfall echoing through the quiet night and filling the master suite.

Dante lay alone in bed. The image of Quinn stepping out of the shower—ethereal and breathtaking—kept flashing through his mind, followed immediately by the intoxicating scent and softness of her body when he pulled her into his arms.

The very next second, Vivienne's tear-stained, pitiful face took over. He pictured the way she cried as she accused him, and the silk scarf wrapped around her scarred wrist...

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