The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 139

139 Chapter 139 A Man Like Vincent

139 Chapter 139 A Man Like Vincent

Blanche’s POV 1

Camila’s words seemed to strike something deep in Vincent’s heart.

He looked down and spotted me sitting with Dorian on a bench under the tree’s shade.

We were chatting, and I could feel a small smile tugging at my lips.

Though it was barely there, Vincent caught it immediately–I was actually smiling.

His gaze lingered on me as he told Camila with certainty, “Camila, I’m the one who can make your aunt truly happy.”

Under the tree’s canopy, I passed Dorian a water bottle. After he took a drink, he looked up at me. “Miss Callum, Carry, Camila, and I all go to the same kindergarten together.”

I’d already figured as much. Smiling softly, I asked, “So what brought you and Mr. Aarav to this amusement park today?”

I couldn’t shake the feeling this might not be pure coincidence.

Dorian handed the bottle back to me. “Dad’s away on business, so he asked Mr. Aarav to bring me here for some fun.”

I nodded, the pieces falling into place. “Ah, that makes sense.”

*Guess I was reading too much into it,* I thought. *Maybe running into them really was just chance.*

Soon enough, the ride stopped and Vincent helped Camila down.

When Dorian spotted them approaching, he jumped up, and I stood as well.

As Vincent walked over carrying Camila, Dorian spun around with his arms stretched wide. “Miss Callum, I want a hug too!”

I hesitated, almost mentioning my injured arm, but Vincent cut in first. “Dorian, let me carry you instead.”

He shifted Camila to one arm and swept Dorian up with the other.

Watching him handle both kids so effortlessly while looking completely at ease, I couldn’t help but smile.

Vincent caught my expression and seemed momentarily frozen, though he didn’t say anything. He just continued walking ahead.

I followed behind, hearing Camila point excitedly at a cotton candy vendor. “Mr. Aarav, can I get some cotton candy?”

Vincent grinned. “Absolutely.”

He carried both kids over, set them down, and let them pick whatever caught their eye.

Camila chose bunny–shaped cotton candy while Dorian grabbed one shaped like a tiger.

After both kids made their selections, I started reaching for my wallet, but Vincent beat me to it. He pointed at rainbow–colored cotton candy. “We’ll take that one too.”

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The vendor beamed. “Coming right up.”

I didn’t bother arguing with Vincent–it was pocket change to him, hardly worth making a fuss over.

When the cotton candy was ready, Vincent grabbed the rainbow one.

I assumed he’d ordered it for himself. But the moment he got it, he turned and held it out to me. “Here, I got this one for you.

I looked surprised, pointing at myself. “For me?”

Vincent nodded, placing the cotton candy in my hands. “Yeah.”

Then he turned away, took each kid’s hand, and walked ahead with them flanking him.

Watching this scene, I couldn’t help thinking about all those difficult years I’d spent raising Carry alone.

I’d always handled everything by myself–even with maids around, when it came to my daughter, I did it all.

So many times, I’d wished Zain would step in, even just once.

Even if he’d just held Carry for a moment or changed her diaper, it would’ve meant everything.

But through all these years, Zain never helped me. Not even once.

Yet here was Vincent, managing both kids like it was second nature, and I felt my throat tighten with emotion.

If only Zain could’ve been like Vincent, I thought. Maybe I wouldn’t feel that sharp ache every time I looked back on those years.

Zain’s POV

I had just finished another round of the shooting game with Carry when my phone rang.

Balancing Carry in one arm, I answered with my free hand.

It was Cherry, the maid from Alexander Villa,

After I picked up, Cherry said, “Mr. Jacob, I think I remember now–the marriage certificate was probably taken by Mr. Oswald Jacob.”

I went still for a moment. After a brief pause, I replied calmly, “Understood.”

Back when Blanche and I had gotten married, our relationship had been rocky. Oswald was always dropping hints, trying to encourage

us to work things out.

But I had never paid much attention to any of that.

When the marriage certificate went missing recently, I hadn’t even considered suspecting Oswald.

Now that Cherry brought it up, everything clicked into place.

After hanging up, I had just pocketed my phone when I spotted Vincent nearby, holding hands with both children while Blanche walked behind them, casually eating cotton candy.

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The whole scene looked exactly like a family outing. Watching it, I felt something twist painfully in my chest.

Almost instinctively, I called out, “Blanche?”

Blanche’s POV

Zain’s voice rang out loud enough for both Vincent and me to hear.

Vincent had been about to take the kids to another ride, but when he spotted Zain, he changed his mind.

Zain approached me with Carry in his arms. When he stopped in front of me, he said quietly, “Grandpa wants us back at Jacob Manor for

dinner.”

I paused, my expression blank as I replied, “Not today. I’m out with Camila and need to take her home.”

Zain said, “Then I’ll come with you to drop Camila off, and afterward we can go to Grandpa’s together.”

Carry was clinging to Zain, looking completely drained, like all her energy had evaporated.

When Carry heard my voice, she lifted her head slightly, wanting to say hello. But seeing that I wasn’t even looking her way, she

swallowed her words and stayed silent.

I listened to Zain, my expression unchanged and completely indifferent. “That won’t be necessary.”

Zain was about to respond, but Vincent stepped directly in front of me, sounding irritated. “Give it a rest, Mr. Jacob. What kind of man

tries to bully a woman?”

Zain pulled Carry closer, his face turning stone–cold, his eyes icy as he glared at Vincent. “This is a family matter. It doesn’t concern you,

Mr. Aarav.”

Vincent scoffed, not bothering to hide his disdain. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mr. Jacob. Cheating might not be illegal, but forcing a

woman to do something against her will? That’s crossing a line.”

Hearing Vincent’s retort, I almost instinctively tugged at his sleeve, whispering, “Vincent, let’s go.”

I had zero interest in creating a scene, and honestly, I wasn’t about to waste another second on pointless arguments with Zain.

Vincent glanced down at my fingers gripping his sleeve, and his resolve seemed to soften instantly. He turned, took Dorian’s hand, and said gently, “Alright.”

I took Camila’s hand. “Camila, let’s head home.”

With that, our group walked away together.

Zain watched us leave, his jaw clenching tighter with each step we took.

Carry looked up and saw me holding Camila’s hand, with Camila skipping along happily. The sight seemed to sting–Carry found it

unbearable to watch.

Carry wrapped her arms around Zain’s neck, her voice soft and slightly pained. “Dad, can we go home? My leg’s starting to hurt.”

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Not wanting to take any risks, Zain set Carry down on a bench and carefully examined her injury.

After confirming there were no signs of infection, he scooped her up and headed out of the amusement park.

As we walked away from Zain, I noticed Vincent seemed to be walking more slowly than usual. When Camila and I had moved a bit

ahead, I glanced back and saw him crouched down, whispering something to Dorian.

I couldn’t make out the exact words, but I caught Dorian’s response as he hung his head. “Mr. Aarav, you made me a promise. You said if I

came out with you today, you’d take me to the haunted house. So why are we talking about dinner now?”

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