Vincent Hawthorne clearly saw the flicker of hesitation in Leah Thorne’s eyes.
He lowered his head and laughed briefly, stopping there.
It was rely a whim; he had set the bait. Since the fish didn’t bite, he’d just switch to another one.
Vincent: "Thank you for the sobering soup. I’ll have soone deliver your library card to school in a few days. Be careful on your way back."
After saying this, Vincent turned and walked towards the elevator.
He entered the elevator, directly pressing the floor Tanya Sinclair had previously stayed on. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand suddenly reached in, blocking the door.
"Wait!"
As the elevator doors reopened, Leah Thorne’s face appeared outside, showing both tension and determination.
Vincent was unsurprised.
Leah bit her lip lightly: "Mr. Hawthorne, I... I’ll go up with you to take it."
Vincent smirked.
The elevator doors closed again, and this ti, two people erged from the elevator.
Vincent walked ahead and opened the apartnt Tanya Sinclair had originally rented. He walked inside without turning on the lights.
Leah thought he had forgotten, so she attempted to turn on the light, but Vincent’s cold voice stopped her: "Don’t turn on the light."
Startled, Leah’s hand shook, and she quickly retracted it.
Vincent: "Close the door."
Having already followed him inside, Leah naturally wouldn’t maintain her reserve any longer; she obediently closed the door. The room was dim, but aided by the neon outside, the interior’s layout was faintly visible.
Leah looked around; this place seed like a woman and child had lived here...
"Co here." Vincent’s voice ca from the master bedroom.
Leah obediently went over, finding Vincent standing by the wardrobe filled with won’s clothes. Leah was a bit surprised, but she dared not speak. Vincent extracted a sexy red nightgown from the bunch and tossed it onto the bed.
"Put it on." His voice was slightly hoarse, sending an inexplicable suffocating pressure through the quiet room.
"Mr. Hawthorne..."
"If you don’t, then get out now." At this point, Vincent was out of patience for playing childish gas with her.
He understood very well what Leah was after and what he could provide.
Vincent turned and sat on the bed, his face hidden in shadows, with eyes that used to be gentle and affectionate now shed of pretense, like a hunter eyeing his prey, waiting unblinkingly.
Leah slowly took off her clothes, shivering uncontrollably.
As each article of clothing was peeled away, leaving only underwear, she reached for the strappy red dress, but Vincent’s large hand pressed down on it.
Vincent: "Keep undressing."
"..." Leah raised her eyes in disbelief, only to et Vincent’s icy face devoid of compassion.
She could only endure, turning her back to shed the remaining intimate garnts, scraping away dignity until none was left.
But it’s a knife she handed over willingly.
Leah closed her eyes, turned around, and pulled the strappy nightgown from Vincent’s grip; as soon as she slipped it on, Vincent’s gaze changed, intense and wild.
He stood up, approached Leah from behind, and untied her hair.
"Tanya..." Vincent encircled her from behind, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply, almost obsessively.
Leah knew, no matter how foolish, in this mont, he saw her as a replacent...
Vincent’s hands caressed her right thigh.
"There should be a scar here," Vincent murmured regretfully.
Leah flinched, fearing Vincent might lose control and really cut her!
She rely wanted to cling to a wealthy man, not seek abuse!
"Mr. Hawthorne... um!"
Vincent muffled her mouth, ominously whispering by her ear: "Rember, call Vincent."
In panic, Leah nodded, "Vin... Vincent."
Vincent was satisfied, "Good girl, Tanya."
He restored this place to how it was when Tanya Sinclair lived here, moving her clothes to this room. Now, he had found a ’replacent.’
Vincent slowly closed his eyes, in the double catalyst of alcohol, environnt, and desire, allowing himself to sink, as if returning to many years ago.
Leah, bold but young, her innocence resembling Tanya Sinclair so much that Vincent’s actions beca tender.
As if this could compensate for sothing.
He repeatedly called Tanya, eyes closed, imagining scenes of Tanya Sinclair and Declan Pierce together. Vincent gradually lost control, finally biting heavily into Leah’s shoulder...
When Leah awoke, Vincent was already gone. A bunch of keys lay on the table, and underneath was a check. She examined the keys closely, realizing they were for the downstairs apartnt.
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