The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 172

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172 Chapter 172 A Frightening Midnight Escape

Blanche’s POV

I huffed, irritation sparking through me, and Vincent quickly looked away, his cars turning pink as he stammered, “I–I’m sorry, I didn’t

mean to-”

I scoffed. “Just get out for a minute.”

Vincent glanced at the window, then back at me, stubborn as hell. “I need to talk to you. I’ll leave once you’re dressed.”

The image of my bare back seemed stuck in his head–I could tell by the way his jaw clenched, forcing himself to stare at the wall instead.

Something about him turning away like that, trying to be decent, made my irritation soften just a little.

I dropped the towel and slipped into my pajamas, then called out, “Done.”

Vincent turned around, but kept his eyes glued to the floor, staring at my toes as he mumbled, “Alright.”

My annoyance flared right back up. “Vincent, quit sneaking through my window at night. This isn’t the first time you’ve scared me half to

death–and this time, I wasn’t even dressed.”

I paused, then tried to be patient. “Don’t do it again. I’ll board up that window if I have to.”

Vincent’s head snapped up, eyes gleaming with that reckless look I knew too well. “Go ahead and board it. I’ll just use the front door.”

He flashed me that cocky grin, adding, “Hell, maybe I’ll tell Quinton and Amber I spent the night in your bed. Then you’d have to keep me

around, wouldn’t you?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I sputtered, “Vincent, don’t you dare-”

He closed the gap between us in two long strides, his tall frame casting a shadow over me, and that grin got even wider seeing me

flustered.

He leaned down, chuckling. “You get to boss me around, but I can’t tease you back? That doesn’t seem fair.”

I huffed and turned away. “What do you want, anyway?”

He didn’t answer–just brushed past me and collapsed onto my bed, arms folded behind his head.

I scowled and snapped, “Vincent, get off!”

The last time he’d sprawled across my bed, I’d rushed off to work afterward and completely forgotten to change the sheets.

That evening, Camila had come to my room to play, and when she got tired, she’d curled up in my bed without thinking twice.

The little girl had flopped onto the pillow, her nose scrunching into a tiny frown as she piped up, “Aunt Blanche, your pillow smells

weird.”

I’d grabbed it and taken a sniff. It wasn’t actually bad–just Vincent’s lingering scent mixed with a hint of alcohol, that warm, familiar smell that was purely him.

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But to Camila’s sensitive nose, it clearly registered as “weird”

When Camila had pressed me about the smell, I’d fumbled for words, completely tongue–tied.

So now, seeing Vincent stretched out across my bed again–that same bed–irritation bubbled up inside me.

Vincent just lay there like he hadn’t heard me at all.

Instead, he answered my carlier question. “Couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d check on you.”

As he spoke, he watched me closely, trying to catch any reaction on my face.

But I kept my expression blank–he wouldn’t see anything.

Seeing him act like such a troublemaker, I shot him a look and said, “Fine, stay there. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

With that. I marched over to the couch, flopped down, and pulled a blanket over myself, back pointedly turned toward him.

I was sure he wouldn’t actually crash here all night.

Once he got bored. he’d probably sneak out on his own.

But exhaustion weighed on me, and with him there, I couldn’t relax.

Time dragged by and I was about to drift off when Vincent suddenly spoke up. “Let’s go for a walk.”

My eyes flew open. “Where?”

I pulled the blanket down, turning to find him lying on his side, watching me.

He pointed at the window, grinning. “Sneak out through there.”

I stared at him for a second, then blurted out, “What?”

Vincent’s grin widened, eyes sparkling. “I’ll take you down to the old town’s waterfront–there’s a little night market. We can grab one of

those wish boats, write down what we want, and set them floating on the current.”

When I heard that, I couldn’t help feeling intrigued.

I’d gone to med school in Oakwood, and once, my friends and I had hit up the old town together–but that was ages ago.

I’d been living in Oakwood, but ever since Carry came into my life, my world basically stopped being my own.

Even just stepping out the door meant I had to think about what Carry would say.

Now, hearing Vincent mention the old town, I couldn’t help getting interested.

Back when I’d gone with my friends, I’d been blown away by how lively the old town was.

It had been years since I’d been there, and I was kind of itching to check it out again.

I fell quiet, and Vincent knew–I was hooked.

He could probably see the wheels turning, the way I was torn between caution and curiosity, but he wasn’t about to let me overthink it.

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He hopped off the bed and sauntered over to the couch, drawling, “You gonna get up on your own, or do I have to come drag you?”

He’d stretched the words on purpose, and I sat up with a huff, declaring, “Fine. I’m up.”

“Good. Go change,” he said, nodding toward my closet.

I pushed myself off the couch and headed for the closet, grabbing clothes before ducking into the bathroom.

Vincent couldn’t resist a jab as I hurried past. “Come on, you think I’m gonna bite? Still gotta hide to change?”

Lignored him, slamming the bathroom door shut.

When I emerged, he was still standing where I’d left him, leaning against the wall.

The second I stepped out, he closed the distance, sliding an arm around my waist and leaning down to murmur, “So, we heading out the

front door?”

I looked startled and snapped, “No way! Quinton and Amber might see us.”

Vincent laughed, low and warm. “You’re scared they’ll get the wrong idea?”

He pulled me closer when I tried to squirm away, then led me to the window, grinning down at me.

He said. “Hold tight, Blanche. Don’t let go of my waist.”

He grabbed a rope coiled on the floor, wrapped it around his wrist a few times, and gave it a test tug.

In the next instant, the rope jerked upward, and he reacted in a flash–swinging himself out the window, yanking me close by the waist

as he went.

The rope pulled us both right out the window.

One second we were in the room, the next we were hanging in the air.

My heart shot into my throat–I didn’t even get a chance to protest before he’d dragged me into this madness.

The second my feet left the ground, I clung to his jacket like a lifeline, my legs locking around his waist, terrified I’d slip.

Vincent, meanwhile, was completely unfazed. He looked down at me, all wide eyes and white knuckles, and laughed.

He landed steady on the ground a second later, but I was still wrapped around him like a vice, not even realizing we’d touched down.

Vincent chuckled, patting my back gently. “We’re down, you know. Still hanging on? Are you afraid I’ll bolt?”

I acted like I hadn’t heard a word, still glued to him.

He grinned, leaning in to murmur in my ear, “Come on, I told you I’m not going anywhere. As long as you want me here, I will be. But if you keep squeezing this tight, I might just pass out!

When I still didn’t let go, worry flickered across his face.

He eased me off gently–and froze when he saw my face, streaked with tears.

“Hey, hey–what’s wrong? Did I scare you that bad?”

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He reached for me, voice soft with concern.

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