Just by looking at Vincent Hawthorne, Tanya Sinclair could tell that Cindy Lynn had him wrapped around her finger again.
Cindy?
Ha, he calls her so intimately.
"Whatever Cindy Lynn says, you just believe it. Ha..." Tanya Sinclair bowed her head and laughed sarcastically, then lifted her eyes, looking at Vincent Hawthorne like he was a fool. "Fine, as long as you’re happy."
She couldn’t be bothered to entangle with Vincent Hawthorne any longer and forcefully pried his hand off, trying to leave.
But her indifferent manner had provoked the man.
The anger he had just suppressed flared up again!
"Did I say you could leave? What kind of attitude is this?" Vincent Hawthorne gripped her shoulder fiercely, as if he wanted to crush her shoulder bones.
Tanya Sinclair frowned, holding back, gritting her teeth so she wouldn’t cry out in pain.
"Tanya, make it clear to !" Realizing his grip was too strong, Vincent Hawthorne pulled her back, pinning her between his arms, practically imprisoning her.
He looked exasperated again.
Vincent Hawthorne was born with a face that could deceive, and eyes that seed to know how to love.
Anyone would think she was making trouble for no reason...
Fine, since he wanted to hear it, she would tell him!
"Cindy Lynn said that bottle of ointnt was sothing you specially arranged for soone to buy and give to her. After she used it all, not wanting to waste it, she passed it on to ." Tanya Sinclair stared directly at Vincent Hawthorne, stating the facts word by word.
But after hearing this, Vincent Hawthorne frowned and shook his head, instinctively defending Cindy Lynn.
"I know Cindy, she’s not that kind of person." Vincent Hawthorne then thought of sothing and said confidently, "It must be Nina Leslie who said sothing from the side that made you misunderstand."
He had known Cindy Lynn for so many years; he knew what kind of girl she was!
And Tanya Sinclair had been prejudiced against Cindy Lynn since the beginning because both kids were close to Cindy, and for the past five years, Cindy Lynn had always been by his side.
Vincent Hawthorne was well aware that Tanya was blinded by jealousy!
Most likely, it was Nina Leslie’s loose tongue that caused Tanya to misunderstand and take it out on Cindy Lynn!
And Cindy Lynn was always inarticulate, not good at defending herself...
Thinking of this, Vincent Hawthorne patiently said, "Tanya, tomorrow morning, when you and Cindy bring the project to et Second Young Master Pierce at Westgard Pharmaceuticals, regardless of the outco, let’s have dinner together and talk things over."
"..." Tanya Sinclair had already lost all her expectations for this man when she heard Vincent Hawthorne say he knew Cindy Lynn.
She thought that even if Vincent Hawthorne didn’t love her, he at least had the intelligence of a normal person.
Now it seed she had overestimated him.
Over the years, he was clearly bewitched by Cindy Lynn!
"No need, I have nothing to talk about with her."
She had never been so disgusted in her life!
Sitting at the sa table with Cindy Lynn would only make her want to vomit, not eat!
Tanya Sinclair just wanted to see the two kids now.
However, Vincent Hawthorne wasn’t ready to let her go.
"Stop!"
Tanya Sinclair couldn’t stand it anymore. When Vincent Hawthorne grabbed her arm again, she impatiently shook him off, turning back to coldly stare at his face.
"Vincent Hawthorne, let’s get a divorce."
The word ’divorce’ struck Vincent Hawthorne, leaving him montarily stunned.
He could hardly believe his ears.
Let alone divorce; since he agreed to be with Tanya Sinclair, she had never dared to bring up breaking up or separating!
Even when she was most angry with him, Tanya Sinclair would just silently shed tears, and the next day, approach him again as if nothing happened, still tender and considerate, trying to please him in every way...
Now, she actually dared to ntion ’divorce’ to him?!
How dare she!
Vincent Hawthorne felt his blood rushing backward, shocked and furious to the extre.
"Tanya, do you know what you’re saying?" he asked coldly, his tall figure pressing in, exuding a terrifying aura. "Propose a divorce to ? I think you’ve gone mad!"
Just because of jealousy, just to make him pay attention to her, she had gone so far to use divorce as a weapon to threaten him!
Tanya Sinclair was tired of getting tangled with Vincent Hawthorne.
The divorce agreent would naturally have a lawyer deliver it to Vincent Hawthorne; tonight, arguing with him was just like playing a lute to a cow.
"I just want to go upstairs to see Joy. Vincent Hawthorne, if you’re still a man, Joy’s biological father, let go!"
"..."
Vincent Hawthorne squinted his eyes, shooting a piercing cold light.
He wasn’t a man?
It seed he had been too good to her!
Tanya Sinclair had just turned to leave, taking two steps when she felt a sharp pain in her scalp. Vincent Hawthorne yanked her hair back, pinning her against the wall.
"I’m not a man?" He stared at her with an eerie, soft look, as if smiling, but his eyes were icy.
His slender fingers deeply entangled in her hair, alternating between threatening and caressing.
"Tanya, have I not taught you... not to use such thods to provoke a man?"
"Bastard!"
Tanya Sinclair couldn’t take it anymore, lifting her knee to strike heavily between his legs.
But Vincent Hawthorne was prepared, holding down her knee. He leaned in, his face dark with anger, and kissed her.
This wasn’t a kiss; it was a one-sided act of humiliation and violence!
Tanya Sinclair slled the rampant, raging scent of alcohol on him. She turned her face away forcefully, curling her forefinger and slamming it down on the sensitive point at Vincent Hawthorne’s neck!
"Hm..."
Vincent Hawthorne instantly felt like a million ants were gnawing at his veins; it was both painful and itchy, making him frown and nearly stagger.
Tanya Sinclair took the opportunity to push him away forcefully, swinging a slap across Vincent Hawthorne’s face.
She gritted her teeth, "You make sick!"
Seeing the five-finger mark erge on Vincent Hawthorne’s face, her heart didn’t feel satisfied, just exhausted and sore.
This was the man who, just a frown from him, would make her heartache, soone she couldn’t bear to scold, no matter how wronged she felt...
But now, she was ruthlessly cutting him out of her heart.
He was the festering sore in her bones, the poison that had seeped into her flesh. No matter how painful, she had to cut him out to survive.
Tanya Sinclair stared expressionlessly at Vincent Hawthorne, raising her hand, fiercely rubbing the lips he had broken, forcing blood to seep out, as if she wanted to scrape off a layer of skin.
Just because he had touched them!
Vincent Hawthorne’s pupils shrank sharply, emotions stirring violently, ready to erupt.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Caden’s crisp voice ca at that mont, from the end of the stairs.
Tanya Sinclair looked up to see Caden in his pajamas, standing there watching them intently, with curiosity and a bit of fear and concern.
Tanya quickly adjusted her expression, forcing a smile: "Caden..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when Vincent Hawthorne’s large hand landed on her waist, the warmth from his palm seeping through the thin fabric burning into her skin.
Tanya Sinclair felt goosebumps rise and tried to struggle, but he only tightened his grip, holding her in front of Caden.
"It’s nothing." Vincent Hawthorne didn’t look at Tanya Sinclair, but smiled at the son on the stairs, "Daddy is just playing around with Mommy."
"Really?" Caden asked half-believing.
"Of course." Vincent Hawthorne casually glanced at the restless woman in his arms and threw the question to her, "If you don’t believe it, ask Mommy."
Tanya Sinclair: "..."
This shaless bastard!
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