The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 165

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Blanche’s POV 1

The night breeze swept through the grass around us, creating a pocket of silence where only Vincent and I remained.

When Vincent asked his question, I dropped my eyes, my voice coming out rough and strained. “I’m just feeling sorry for myself. It wasn’t

worth it.”

All those years I’d thrown away on a man who couldn’t have cared less about me.

The early winter cold bit through my flimsy evening gown, chilling me to the bone.

Vincent’s expression crumpled when he heard my response, pain flashing across his features.

He moved closer, wrapping his warm jacket around my shoulders before pulling me against his chest.

His hold was intense, almost frantic, like he was trying to merge our bodies together. Burying his face in my neck, he whispered with raw

desperation, “Please… stop hurting over him.”

Enveloped in his jacket, I felt his warmth spreading through me.

Both his body and the fabric radiated heat that seeped into my skin.

This time, I didn’t resist. Something about the comfort drew me in, and I found myself pressing closer.

Nobody outside my family had ever offered me this kind of tenderness before.

All at once, I didn’t want to pull away.

Vincent sensed me moving into him and instinctively tightened his embrace.

I lifted my face toward his, still tucked against him, and breathed, “Okay.”

My answer seemed to electrify Vincent. He trembled, then carefully loosened his hold, staring at me with wide eyes. “Really? You’re

serious?”

I gave a small nod. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

My makeup was subtle tonight, highlighting the soft lines of my face. Every time my lashes swept down, something flickered in his gaze.

In my black evening dress with pale skin catching the moonlight, I must have looked striking.

Vincent’s eyes traced over me, and for a heartbeat, he seemed frozen.

I could see the war in his expression–he knew I was still married, knew crossing that line was wrong, but his body was betraying his better judgment.

His hands found my waist as he slowly bent toward me, his mouth inching closer to mine,

The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable–he wanted to kiss me.

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That much was crystal clear.

I realized what Vincent was planning. Instead of stepping back, I let my eyelids drift shut and gave myself over to whatever would

happen.

The thought crossed my mind: ‘Zain is already wrapped up with Joanna. What’s the harm if something actually develops between

Vincent and me?

‘I’m an adult woman with needs of my own. If Zain won’t satisfy them, why shouldn’t I explore what Vincent has to offer?

Even if Vincent has a reputation as a player, what’s the worst that could happen if I just have some fun with him?‘

But Vincent pulled back at the last moment, barely grazing the edge of my mouth with his lips.

If he’d kissed me properly, I knew he would have lost all restraint, and it seemed he couldn’t risk that.

I felt Vincent draw away after the fleeting contact at the corner of my mouth.

I opened my eyes and met his gaze, bewildered. “Why’d you stop?”

Vincent’s ears had turned crimson, betraying just how affected he was, and he looked away. He was clearly struggling to maintain

control.

His voice came out gravelly when he spoke, like he’d been gargling rocks. “Because I want to respect you. I can’t just think about what I

want.”

I stared at him, genuinely confused. “Why are you being so good to me?”

Vincent glanced up at the stars, then back down at me, his expression completely earnest. “If you agree to let me be your lover, I’ll

explain everything.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a dismissive laugh. “Vincent, you’re stone sober. Why are you spouting such

crazy talk?”

I hadn’t taken seriously anything Vincent had said that night in his bedroom.

He’d been completely wasted then, and I’d assumed most of it was just drunken rambling.

Vincent crouched down and captured my hand, pressing it flat against his stomach. His eyes burned into mine as he said, “I’m dead

serious. Feel this. I can give you sensations you’ve never experienced. Believe me, once you’ve been with me, Zain will be nothing more than a fading memory.”

He was being completely direct, brazenly flirting and tempting me without any shame.

I tried to yank my hand back, but Vincent held it firmly against his scorching skin. I could feel the defined muscles of his abdomen, firm and real under my palm.

Heat flooded my cheeks. I lowered my head, giving an embarrassed but mocking snort. “You… have absolutely no shame.”

Vincent grinned, clearly pleased by my blush. He released my hand and said, “You look incredible tonight.”

After I pulled my hand away, my pulse refused to slow down. I settled onto the swing chair, trying to regain my composure.

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Without meeting his eyes, I murmured, “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

Vincent let out a rich, warm chuckle and dropped down beside me on the swing. “If you like this look, I’ll dress this way for you every

time.”

I didn’t respond, choosing silence instead.

From inside the banquet hall, the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and cheerful celebrations drifted out.

I remembered this was Wayne’s birthday celebration.

After a moment, I spoke quietly. “We should head back. If Wayne realizes we’re gone, he’ll send someone to find us.”

The party was still in full swing, and leaving early would be rude to our host.

We’d been out here long enough–it was time to return.

Vincent nodded in understanding. He stood up, and together we made our way back to the banquet hall.

At the doorway, I spotted a group surrounding Zain, raising their glasses in toasts.

Joanna stood right at his side, her own glass lifted.

“Mr. Jacob, you’re incredibly fortunate. Having such a remarkable woman beside you,” someone called out. “Honestly, you two make the

perfect pair.”

Zain smiled, clinked glasses, and shot a look at Joanna before addressing the group. “I appreciate the kind words, everyone.”

I watched the entire scene with a neutral expression, feeling surprisingly detached. I slipped back to my seat, with Vincent following

right behind me.

Kingsley noticed our return and rushed over, filling my glass before raising his own. “Blanche, this one’s for you.”

Before I could protest, he knocked back his entire drink.

With no other option, I drained my glass of red wine as well.

Kingsley burst into enthusiastic applause. “Excellent! Blanche, you’re not just gorgeous and graceful–you can really handle your alcohol

too. If Vincent ever screws up, just give me and Noelle a call. We’ll always have your back.”

I could tell Kingsley was trying to defend me, and I felt touched by his loyalty. I offered him a gentle smile and said softly, “Thanks, I’ll

remember that”

Kingsley made sure his voice carried across the room, and naturally, Zain and Joanna picked up every word. Both of them turned their

attention toward our table,

I noticed Joanna watching Vincent glare at Zain with pure animosity and frustration blazing in his eyes.

Seeing Vincent’s expression, Joanna unconsciously pressed her lips into a thin line.

She probably assumed Vincent was completely jealous of Zain, which explained the hostile stare he was giving him.

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Kingsley caught their glances and, ensuring everyone could hear, handed me his business card. “Here, hang onto this. If anyone bothers

you, give me a ring. Never mind Vincent–I’ll deal with anyone who tries to mess with you”

I accepted the card with another polite smile. “Thank you.”

From across the room, I felt Zain’s eyes narrow as he watched me. When he saw me take the card without refusing or offering any

explanation, his brow furrowed in disapproval.

I caught Joanna shooting Kingsley an irritated look, clearly thinking, ‘Is this guy really that oblivious? How could Vincent possibly be

interested in Blanche? It’s obvious he’s attracted to me!

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