The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 174

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174 Chapter 174 A Glimpse Into Her Heart

Blanche’s POV 1

Zain performed his distress so convincingly–face contorting, breathing labored–that I found myself frozen, uncertain how to respond.

Watching him appear so tormented, I rushed to support him, sliding my palm beneath his shirt without hesitation.

I was a physician, after all–gender became irrelevant when someone needed medical attention.

Applying gentle pressure to his chest, I furrowed my brow. “Is the pain located here?”

Vincent maintained his suffering charade. “Feels like fire,” he groaned.

I moved to another area, questioning, “What about this spot?”

Vincent gazed down at me and responded earnestly, “Yeah, that’s agony too.”

My frown intensified as I whispered to myself, “This doesn’t add up.”

I methodically examined his abdomen, asking, “Does this area cause discomfort?”

While I conducted my examination, Vincent monitored Zain and Joanna’s movements.

They had spotted Vincent and me the moment they entered.

Yet neither uttered a single word.

Shortly after, the vendor approached to welcome them.

Joanna’s focus appeared drawn to the shop’s signage. She gazed at it intently, though her thoughts were actually consumed with

Vincent.

She understood he’d spotted her entrance with Zain, then began feigning illness. Was he attempting to spark her concern?

Despite these reflections, Joanna avoided approaching Vincent for conversation. She wandered away to examine the boats instead.

Zain followed along, though he seemed distracted, stealing periodic looks at Blanche and Vincent.

I continued my examination of Vincent, but every location I touched prompted his complaints of pain.

When I placed my hand against his chest, Vincent released such an over–the–top wail it was almost comical–completely unrestrained, despite all the watching eyes.

Embarrassment burned up my throat at his theatrical display. I pushed him away, my voice cutting. “Vincent, really? What’s your game

here?”

Vincent simply smirked at me, cocking his head backward. “Nothing at all. I just believe my chest feels significantly improved after your healing touch.”

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I had no desire to argue with him. I averted my gaze, preparing to exit.

But as I glanced around, I noticed Zain and Joanna.

Joanna was studying the boats, while Zain observed her with quiet focus.

The pair remained inseparable, clinging together like they’d been fused.

Each time Zain looked at Joanna, his expression softened with tender affection.

I witnessed this scene and let out a bitter laugh under my breath.

Just as I moved to leave, Joanna suddenly turned to Zain and suggested, “Zain, shall we release some boats?”

Zain grinned, agreeing. “Absolutely.”

Joanna’s eyes gleamed like crescents as she squealed, “You’re absolutely wonderful, darling!”

Zain flashed her a quick, relaxed smile, then addressed the vendor. “Two of your largest boats, if you would?”

The merchant beamed. “Certainly! I’ll fetch the biggest ones immediately,” he replied.

I heard his words, but they didn’t register–my chest felt empty, my heart like lead.

But the instant Carry entered my thoughts, a sharp pain struck.

It was late at night, and Zain had still brought Carry to that meaningless event with a stranger like Joanna. Now here he stood, strolling

with Joanna as if nothing was wrong.

I waited until their voices faded, then began my departure.

Behind me, their laughter intertwined–Joanna’s melodic, Zain’s deep–and their banter floated over.

“Zain, no sneaking looks at my wish!” came Joanna’s voice.

“Just one tiny peek, he coaxed.

Joanna swiftly shielded the parchment slip with her palm, giving him a teasing scowl. “Zain, if you persist, I’ll truly become upset!” she

declared.

He surrendered with laughter. “Fine, fine–your choice.”

“Perfect,” she purred, “don’t sulk.”

“I’m not that childish,” he chuckled.

Joanna flashed a playful smirk and poked out her tongue. “Excellent! Now, let me return to composing my wish!”

Vincent lingered near the stall briefly, waiting until Blanche had traveled far enough along the path before pursuing her.

Joanna spotted him departing and smiled broader–she’d observed him dawdling, certain he’d wanted to observe her longer.

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The realization made her beam openly.

As Vincent rushed after Blanche, he overheard Joanna say, “Mine’s complete, Zain. How about yours? Won’t you write one?”

Zain’s voice was emotionless. “No. No wishes worth recording.”

It wasn’t that he lacked desires–he simply never trusted that writing them would actually manifest them.

Following that, Vincent couldn’t catch the remainder of their exchange.

When Vincent reached me, he discovered me strangely composed.

Wasn’t I supposed to collapse or create drama after witnessing Zain and Joanna together?

Instead, it seemed like I genuinely didn’t care whatsoever.

Vincent’s stare was razor–sharp, scanning my expression for any weakness in my facade.

But I remained steady throughout–not a single flicker of emotion crossed my features.

Vincent wanted to inquire if I felt dejected, but he feared that mentioning Zain would only wound me further.

So he stayed silent, simply offering, “There’s a night bazaar ahead. Want to explore it together?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

The historic town was more vibrant at night than during daylight. Despite the late hour, crowds still moved about.

Ahead, a street performer was demonstrating acrobatics.

I paused to observe, while Vincent fired off a quick message to his assistant. [Acquire another identical to the one in the image.] The

image showed Joanna’s boat. He was curious about the wish she’d written on it.

I became completely absorbed in the acrobatics, mesmerized by the spectacle.

Soon, Vincent received his assistant’s response. The message contained two photographs–one of my wish and one of Joanna’s.

He accessed Joanna’s first. The text made him scoff. [I wish every man on earth would fall madly in love, die for me, and rain money on

me.]

“Even more self–absorbed than me,” he muttered,

I caught Vincent grumbling quietly and faced him. “Something wrong?”

Vincent didn’t want me discovering he’d stolen my wish boat, so he remained casual and said nothing.

I didn’t probe further and simply redirected my focus to the performance.

Vincent’s thumb wavered over the second photograph, paralyzed–he couldn’t force himself to open it.

What if it revealed the truth he dreaded confronting?

What if Zain still occupied my heart, and my wish concerned reconciling with him?

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He drew a trembling breath, steeled himself, then finally clenched his jaw and opened it.

He didn’t want me becoming suspicious, so he tapped my shoulder gently. “Going to slip into the bathroom quickly. Will you wait here?

Text me if anything comes up.”

I remained fixated on the acrobat–some performer was mid–backflip through a flaming ring–and barely looked over, nodding. “Alright.”

Beneath a tree’s shadow, Vincent magnified the photo and finally read my wishes.

[I want to see my family flourish, to discover fulfillment and achievement in my career, and to eventually create a life with the perfect

partner.]

A smile stretched across Vincent’s face as he absorbed my wishes.

The first seemed straightforward; he figured some reminders about medical checkups would easily address ‘family wellness.

The second wish–professional success–was practically an invitation for him to work behind the scenes.

But the third… Finding Mr. Perfect?

Really, who else besides him matched the description?

The real challenge wasn’t his suitability, but convincing me to recognize it.

Vincent was lost in that consideration when he spotted an elderly fortune teller several steps away.

An idea began forming in his mind.

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