The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185 I Am Nothing Like Zain

Blanche’s POV 1

When I spoke up without asking Vincent to release me, his chest seemed to tighten with a sudden flash of pain–like something had

crushed him from within.

A relieved smile crossed his face as he pushed himself up from the hospital bed. “Let me carry you,” he whispered softly.

I felt sticky and disgusting, my entire body uncomfortable. Hearing Vincent’s offer, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering, ‘Will he think I

reek?‘

Embarrassment flooded through me.

I paused before responding, a hint of defiance creeping into my voice. “Vincent, it’s just a fever. I can handle this myself.”

The moment those words left my lips, the smile that had just brightened Vincent’s eyes vanished entirely.

Seeing his expression shift, I started to clarify, but before I could utter a word, Vincent had already climbed out of bed. He pulled back

the blanket and swept me up into his arms.

He gazed down at me, his stare intense and claiming. “I’m carrying you, Blanche. Don’t even think about escaping me.”

I lacked the energy to resist, much less shout at him. I had no option but to surrender to his will.

Vincent carried me into the bathroom, placing me carefully on the mat. Then he returned to the bed to grab my shoes.

After bringing them over, he dropped to his knees and guided my feet into them, one at a time.

Once my shoes were secure, Vincent rose and said, “Go ahead, take care of what you need. I won’t look. I’ll be right here waiting.”

He spun around, standing perfectly rigid.

With him hovering so close, I felt uncomfortable and murmured, “Vincent, could you step outside?”

Vincent paused, then gave a nod. “Fine, I’ll wait just outside. Call me when you’re finished.”

He walked out of the bathroom.

I could see his silhouette through the door–Vincent was actually standing guard out there.

Feeling slightly nervous, I turned the lock anyway, just in case he decided to barge in unexpectedly.

After finishing in the bathroom, I washed my hands, my fingers shaking slightly, and moved to unlock the door.

The second the door opened a crack, Vincent immediately pressed closer, worry etched across his features. “Are you okay?”

Meeting the anxious expression in his eyes, I found myself momentarily stunned, caught off guard by the depth of his concern.

‘Could this actually be real?‘ I wondered. ‘A man like him–a notorious player–can he genuinely care this deeply about someone?‘

I couldn’t bring myself to believe it completely; something inside me kept insisting he was just performing, putting on a show.

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Perhaps, in his mind, I was simply useful–a tool he required, nothing beyond that.

If that wasn’t the case, I honestly couldn’t fathom why he was treating me so well.

I shoved those thoughts aside, forcing myself to respond to Vincent in a monotone voice, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But before I could even complete the sentence, Vincent lifted me up again.

He carried me back to the bed and carefully covered me with the blanket.

By this point, my fever had subsided, and my thoughts were becoming clearer.

I stared up at the ceiling while Vincent observed me.

Sensing his gaze, I turned my head toward him. In a quiet voice, I asked, “Do I stink?”

Vincent blinked, clearly surprised by my question. He hesitated before responding, “No, absolutely not.”

I didn’t buy it. “You’re lying.”

Vincent grew visibly flustered, stammering out, “I swear, you don’t smell at all!”

Watching how frantically he tried to convince me, I narrowed my eyes, scanning his face for any hint of deception.

But I simply couldn’t read him–he remained completely enigmatic.

Finally, I looked away and returned to staring at the ceiling.

Just then, Vincent’s phone began ringing.

The room fell silent, and I caught a man’s voice through the speaker. “Mr. Aarav, I’ve got what you requested. Should I bring it up now?”

Vincent answered, “Yeah.”

The man inquired, “Which room should I deliver it to?”

“Just call when you arrive, I’ll come down and collect it,” Vincent replied.

After the quick conversation, Vincent ended the call.

Shortly after, his phone rang once more,

He stood and exited the room, returning in under two minutes.

He came back carrying a bag containing an insulated food container.

I realized Vincent had arranged for someone to bring me a meal.

He unpacked the small containers one by one, revealing an elaborate lunch–rich meat broth, crisp vegetables, rice wrapped in lettuce leaves, miniature steamed buns, and even some large, succulent shrimp.

Vincent positioned a pillow behind my back so I could sit comfortably, then picked up a small bowl and began feeding me, spoonful by spoonful.

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I was far too starved to resist, so I simply allowed Vincent to care for me.

The food was absolutely satisfying. I ate eagerly, genuinely savoring each bite and feeling completely satisfied.

Midway through the meal, Vincent finally asked, “Does it taste good?”

I nodded, my voice genuine. “Yeah, it’s delicious.”

Hearing that, Vincent casually peeled another shrimp, raising his eyebrow with a grin. “Since you enjoy it so much, why don’t you visit

my place sometime? My mom will prepare even more dishes you’ll adore.”

I still had shrimp in my mouth when I heard those words, and I immediately started choking, completely taken aback.

I was definitely choking–my face burned red, tears streaming as I gasped for air.

Seeing my distress, Vincent quickly set aside the shrimp and offered me a glass of water, watching me take a sip. As I recovered, he

spoke gently, “My mom prepared all of tonight’s food with tremendous thought and care.”

After drinking some water, I felt the constriction in my chest relax slightly. I glanced at Vincent, my lips parting as if to speak–but

ultimately, the words refused to emerge. I had no clue how to even begin.

When I remained silent, Vincent simply gave me a tender smile. “Hey, why so quiet suddenly?” he asked softly.

I swallowed hard, uncertain, my voice barely audible. “You know I’m still married to Zain. And I have a child. Vincent, why are you putting

me in such an impossible situation?”

Vincent’s expression darkened, his eyes meeting mine directly. “I’ve already made it crystal clear to my family–when it comes to who I

choose to marry, nobody can interfere. They can either support me or cut me out of their lives permanently. Besides, my mom is nothing

like Ophelia, and I–I’m nothing like Zain. Not even remotely.”

His declaration left me momentarily speechless, my mind going completely blank as I struggled to absorb what he’d just revealed.

Once upon a time, I’d actually longed for Zain to speak those exact words to me.

But now, I was no longer that same Blanche.

Vincent’s polished words couldn’t deceive me anymore.

I turned to face him, my tone calm and direct. “What do you actually want from me, Vincent? You can just be honest about it. If I can provide it, I will. But if it’s something I can’t offer, there’s no point in you wasting your time hanging around me.”

Vincent held my gaze, only to discover my expression completely detached, freezing cold.

After a moment of silence, Vincent finally questioned, “Would you truly give me what I want?”

I caught the deeper meaning behind his words, so rather than answering, I stayed quiet.

When I remained silent, Vincent handed me the peeled shrimp and said, “My mom has prepared so much especially for you. When you

get the opportunity, I really want to bring you to meet her. Believe me, my mom’s incredible. And so am I.”

He made sure to emphasize those final three words with unmistakable intensity.

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