The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 184

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Blanche’s POV 1

I found myself at a complete loss for words after hearing Vincent say that–honestly, I had no idea how to respond.

After what felt like forever, I finally looked up at him and whispered, “Vincent, what’s the point of all this?”

Vincent must have known what I was about to say because he didn’t want to hear it. He cut me off quickly, “Enough. Just drink some

water.”

Vincent carefully lifted the water cup again, bringing the straw to my lips with such gentle attention.

My throat felt like sandpaper, so I didn’t resist and gulped down two large mouthfuls.

Watching me drink, Vincent’s smile was soft as he coaxed, “That’s my Sweetheart.”

Heat flooded my cheeks instantly at his teasing tone–the way he spoke made me feel like some shy little girl.

I stayed quiet, lying back down flat and deliberately turning away from him, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs.

I noticed the IV bag had run dry and glanced at Vincent. “Could you change that for me?”

Vincent looked up and saw the empty bag. He’d need to swap it out.

He got up and reached for the IV pole to replace it.

When he raised his arm, his sweatshirt lifted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of his golden abs.

His body was incredible–those muscles looked so tempting to touch.

My face burned even hotter in that instant.

After replacing the IV bag, Vincent sat back down, but then he noticed my face had turned completely red, like all the blood had rushed

to my cheeks.

Worry flashed across his features as he reached out to feel my cheek. “Are you running a fever again?”

I turned away, my ears burning red as I mumbled, “I’m… I’m not feverish.”

Vincent didn’t look convinced. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead gently against mine, and only relaxed once he confirmed I wasn’t

running hot.

As Vincent leaned in, I instinctively pulled back a little, squeezing my eyes shut.

Just as Vincent started to pull away, his cheek accidentally grazed my lashes.

I felt every muscle in his body go rigid in that moment, his breath catching as if something had shifted between us.

Vincent dropped his head, staring at my closed eyes, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze on my face. The way he looked at me made

my skin tingle, and I sensed him fighting some internal battle as he pressed so close to me, every movement taut with restraint.

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When he spoke, his voice was deeper and more sincere than I’d ever heard it. “Blanche, can I kiss you?”

For once, he didn’t use “Sweetheart.” Instead, he asked me seriously, and I could feel the raw honesty in his question.

My heart pounded wildly before panic crashed over me. I snapped my eyes open, meeting his gaze with pure defensiveness. I said firmly,”

Vincent, you can’t.”

Hearing my answer, Vincent forced himself to pull back, sitting up stiffly as if fighting against every instinct in his body.

I could feel him struggling for control, every movement tight with restraint and hidden longing. His hands were clenched into fists at his

sides, and his breathing was carefully controlled.

Vincent closed his eyes, his lashes concealing whatever emotions were flickering beneath the surface. He sat in silence for a moment

before slowly opening them again.

He locked eyes with me, and I held his gaze.

For what felt like an eternity, we just stared at each other, the silence heavy between us as neither of us spoke.

Finally, Vincent broke the quiet. “Are you hungry?”

I did feel a bit hungry, so I nodded. “A little.”

“I’ll have someone bring food up,” Vincent said.

I nodded again and closed my eyes.

I felt hot one second and freezing the next, my whole body trapped in this awful, restless state.

Vincent saw how miserable I was. He left his chair and sat on the bed beside me, slipping his hand into mine. “Want me to get in and hold

you while you try to sleep?”

I had no energy left, my entire body ached, and I couldn’t tell if I was hot or cold anymore. I opened my reddened eyes to look at Vincent,

my voice so hoarse it sounded like my throat was full of gravel. “Vincent, I’m fine.”

Even with my face drained of color, I stayed stubborn.

Vincent ignored my words, reaching over to check my neck. I wasn’t sweating–if anything, my skin felt almost cold.

Still worried, Vincent didn’t bother asking permission. He shrugged off his jacket and climbed right into the hospital bed beside me.

The hospital bed was tiny, barely a meter long.

Vincent was so tall his feet couldn’t even fit. He squeezed onto the edge, gently pulling me into his arms.

Half his body hung off the mattress, with only the other half resting on it.

But even positioned like this, Vincent didn’t complain once. He pressed me to his chest, tucked his chin into my shoulder, and with his lips right next to my ear, whispered softly, “Blanche, are you still cold?”

As my chilled body absorbed Vincent’s warmth, I instinctively burrowed deeper into his arms, almost nuzzling closer like some small animal seeking comfort.

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Only then did I truly realize how much I was shaking.

Vincent felt me pressing into him, so he pulled me in tighter, making sure I absorbed every bit of warmth he could give.

I could feel his face burning red against my skin, his entire body tense with something I couldn’t quite identify. The thin clothing between us seemed to heighten every sensation, and I noticed how carefully he was breathing, as if trying to maintain control.

I had no idea what my closeness was doing to him. I just kept nuzzling into his arms, unconsciously moving closer.

As I burrowed in, I murmured groggily, “Vincent, can you hold me even tighter?”

I was so out of it that I barely realized how bold my request was.

Hearing me, Vincent hugged me even tighter, like he wanted to pull me right into his soul and never let go. His arms trembled slightly with the intensity of his grip.

I felt so warm in his arms, my cheek against his chest. Wrapped in his embrace, I drifted off to sleep before I knew it, my mind floating

somewhere between comfort and dreams.

I must have slept for a while, because when I stirred, I could feel Vincent had adjusted his position slightly but never loosened his hold

on me. Even in my drowsy state, I sensed how carefully he was cradling me, as if I might break if he moved too quickly.

The blanket had been pulled up and tucked tightly around me, and I could tell from the way his arm felt beneath me that it had probably

gone numb, but he hadn’t shifted away.

I felt him gazing down at me with such tenderness that it made my heart ache even in my half–conscious state. There was something so gentle about the way he held me, like I was something infinitely precious that he was afraid to damage.

At some point, I felt the softest brush of lips against my forehead–so gentle it might have been a dream, but the warmth lingered.

After a while, just as the quiet, fragile peace continued, a nurse slipped in to replace the empty IV bag.

Even though she moved as quietly as possible, the moment she finished, my eyes suddenly flew open.

My eyes were still clouded from sleep, and I gazed at Vincent in a daze, his face so close that any small movement would have our faces

practically touching.

When Vincent saw I was awake, his eyes grew wistful and sad. He parted his lips to speak, hesitated, then seemed unable to find the words. There was something almost fearful in his expression, as if he was bracing for me to push him away.

I found myself wrapped up in Vincent’s embrace, and strangely, there was no urge to yell or struggle–I just lay there quietly, feeling perfectly calm.

I was burning up, sure, but my head was clear enough to know this was what I’d asked for; it wasn’t fair to blame him now.

After a long stretch of silence, I finally reached out and timidly tapped Vincent’s chest.

Avoiding his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper from embarrassment, I said, “Vincent, I need to use the bathroom.”

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