The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 108

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Blanche’s POV 1

After Zain settled the tab, he turned toward Joanna. “Joanna, let’s go

I caught Zain calling out to Joanna, but I kept my back turned. Instead, I lifted my water glass and took a slow sip.

Joanna stepped over and hooked her arm through Zain’s. “Okay,” she replied.

As Zain made his way toward the exit, his eyes landed on Demetrius and Aiden seated nearby. I felt his gaze linger on me, as if he

recognized me even with my back turned.

He hesitated for a beat, and Joanna picked up on it immediately. “Zain, what’s wrong?” she asked, tugging at his attention, as if she didn’t

want his thoughts to drift to other women.

Zain glanced down at Joanna. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

Joanna’s grip on his arm tightened, pulling herself closer, as if claiming him completely.

Once they’d gone, I kept talking with Aiden and Demetrius about medical cases.

Through the floor–to–ceiling windows, I spotted movement on the street. When I glanced over, I saw Joanna and Zain walking away

together.

They moved in perfect sync, arms linked, looking every bit like devoted lovers.

Something sharp twisted in my chest. I bit down on my lip and turned away.

When dinner ended, I reached for my wallet, but Demetrius had already beaten me to the counter.

Outside, a light drizzle had started. Demetrius looked at Aiden. “Professor Reese, need a ride?”

Aiden smiled and shook his head. “No thanks, I’ll catch the bus.”

I knew Demetrius understood that Aiden preferred life’s simple pleasures when he wasn’t buried in work, so he didn’t push.

Right on cue, the bus rolled up. Aiden grabbed his briefcase and climbed aboard. Demetrius and I stood on the sidewalk, waving. Take

care, Professor Reese!” we called out.

As the bus disappeared, the rain picked up. Demetrius ducked back into the restaurant for an umbrella, then we huddled together

underneath it as we walked to the curb.

Rain pounded the pavement, and cars flew by, sending water spraying everywhere. I was on the street side, right in the splash zone.

Demetrius moved fast–gripping the umbrella with one hand, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me against him. The

water hit him instead. His jacket was soaked in seconds.

Oakwood had been getting hammered with rain for days, leaving the streets like rivers. Demetrius kept me tucked safely in his arms, not

letting a single drop touch me.

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“Thank you,” I whispered, then added, “Sorry.”

Demetrius saw my guilt and flashed me a grin. “Don’t even think about it. As long as you’re dry, that’s what counts”

My chest tightened. Not just because Demetrius was such a gentleman, but because I’d been so wrong about people before.

Demetrius walked me to my car and watched me slide into the driver’s seat. He smiled, “Drive careful, and shoot me a text when you’re

home.”

I looked up at him through the hazy orange streetlights and rain. “Demetrius, let me take your jacket and wash it. I’ll bring it back once

it’s clean.

Demetrius just grinned. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just a jacket.”

My heart felt heavy. “You’re always looking out for me. I want to do something for you too.” I didn’t want to keep taking without giving

back

I could tell Demetrius caught on to my meaning and noticed the careful distance I was keeping. His smile faltered for a second, but then

he went with it. “Alright, whatever you say, Blanche.”

He peeled off his jacket and handed it over.

I placed it on the passenger seat. “You should head home early too, Demetrius.”

Demetrius nodded, then asked, “How about dinner this weekend?”

I thought it over. “Sure, if I’m free.”

After watching me drive off, Demetrius got into his own car and left.

Late in the evening, I got home. Camila was still awake in the living room, bent over her drawing.

When she heard my footsteps, she looked up and beamed. “Aunt Blanche!”

I set the bag with Demetrius’s jacket on the couch. “It’s so late. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Camila replied, “I was waiting for you, Aunt Blanche. I wanted to talk.”

I sat down beside Camila and admired her drawing of “Spring” “Camila, this is beautiful!” I said.

Camila grabbed my hand and looked up at me with bright eyes. “Aunt Blanche, Carry didn’t go to school today.

I froze, remembering how I’d made breakfast for Carry that morning and even considered driving her to school. Now it felt like wasted

effort.

Carry had been out at the bar last night and probably stumbled home late, which explained why she’d skipped school today.

I gave a bitter smile and touched Camila’s cheek. “You need to be good and listen to your mom, okay? Go to school like you’re supposed

to.”

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Camila nodded seriously. “I will. I’ll listen to Mom, and I’ll listen to you too, Aunt Blanche

Looking at my niece, so sweet and obedient, I couldn’t help thinking of my own daughter. I remembered when Carry used to be just as precious and well–behaved, but everything had changed.

Later, after getting Camila settled in bed, I headed back to my room.

When I pushed open my bedroom door, I saw someone standing inside. Based on the height and build, I assumed it was Quinton, so I

called out automatically, “Quinton?”

I figured if Quinton was in my room this late, he probably had something urgent to discuss.

So I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.

But when the person turned around, I realized it wasn’t Quinton–it was Vincent.

“Vincent, what are you doing here?” My heart hammered, and my voice shook as I spoke.

Vincent’s eyes danced with mischief. Instead of coming toward me, he stretched out on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow,

watching me with a wicked grin. “I missed you, honey. I came to see you.”

“How did you get in here?” I demanded.

Not only was Isabela around, but Roger and Irene were home too–there was no way Vincent could’ve walked through the front door

with everyone here.

Vincent ignored my question. Instead, he buried his face in my pillow and blankets, breathing deeply, greedily taking in my scent.

When he lifted his head from the pillow, he took a long, deep breath, as if satisfied. He propped his chin up with one hand, his long legs

stretched across my blue comforter, while his free hand tapped against his knee.

A cocky smile played at his lips as he purred, “Your scent drives me crazy, honey. I can’t get enough.” As he spoke, he licked his lips,

looking at me like I was his next meal.

I shot Vincent a panicked look, my voice shaking as I pressed, “Vincent, answer me–how did you get in here?”

Vincent kicked off his shoes and made himself at home in my blue blankets. “Since you wouldn’t open your door for me, I had to get

creative.

“It’s only been a short while, but I haven’t slept–can’t stop thinking about you. You didn’t come looking for me, so I figured I’d better

make the first move.”

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