Vincent Hawthorne looked at Tanya Sinclair’s back, gritted his teeth, and finally shouted unconsciously, "Tanya Sinclair! You’ve known since you were twelve, fifteen years of feelings... Yes, I wronged you. But Tanya, I don’t believe you have no feelings for at all..."
These words only made Tanya Sinclair feel amused.
She didn’t even bother to give Vincent Hawthorne a glance and walked straight into the gate.
Vincent Hawthorne stood in place, watched Tanya Sinclair’s back disappear at the entrance, closed his eyes, stood there for a while, and then turned around to get in the car.
Vincent Hawthorne drove his car around the city in circles, the rear-view mirror reflecting a gloomy face.
He thought of Tanya Sinclair’s cold and unfeeling look, his heart was agitated, and he suddenly punched the steering wheel, the car horn blaring harshly.
It’s different!
This is nothing like what he imagined!!
After seeing Declan Pierce’s true colors, Tanya Sinclair should realize that she’s better off with him...
"I’ll only say this once. If I have any chance to get married in this life, to grow old with soone, that person will only be Declan Pierce."
Vincent Hawthorne fiercely closed his eyes, his mind in turmoil.
His phone inexplicably started ringing at this mont.
Vincent Hawthorne glanced coldly at the screen, the caller ID was—Leah Thorne.
Vincent Hawthorne directly hung up.
He then called Cody Crawford, and as he expected, this was just the ti Cody Crawford began his nightlife, he found out the address and hit the gas pedal.
anwhile, on the other side, inside the girls’ dormitory.
Leah Thorne was entering with a basin from outside, only to see her two roommates Jessica Miller and Cynthia Rice at her desk, fiddling with her charging phone.
Both were facing away from the door and didn’t notice her return.
Jessica Miller snickered, "Did you see that? He simply doesn’t answer her calls... It’s really interesting, having President Hawthorne’s number, so what? You see the big boss care about her?"
Cynthia Rice: "Ha, she thought that by being a driver once and driving the dominant boss once, she could soar up and beco Mrs. Hawthorne."
Jessica Miller: "Oh well, isn’t she pretty? A poor and beautiful woman has such fantasies... Ah!"
Before they finished speaking, a basin of water ca crashing over.
"Who is it!"
Jessica Miller angrily turned her head and saw Leah Thorne coming over with a cold face.
Leah Thorne was expressionless, "Who let you touch my phone?"
Both Jessica Miller and Cynthia Rice exchanged a glance, feeling sowhat guilty, and backed away from Leah Thorne’s desk.
Jessica Miller muttered under her breath: "What’s the big deal... Who doesn’t see through her thoughts!"
Leah Thorne pretended not to hear, picked up her phone, and saw two calls made to Vincent Hawthorne.
Without exception, he had hung up.
Leah Thorne couldn’t quite say what she felt, she was silent for a while, then pulled out a suitcase and began packing her things. Actually, there wasn’t much, the clothes in the closet were sparse, but each one was carefully selected and most suited, plus so barely high-end skincare products.
She knew where her strengths lay, catching Vincent Hawthorne’s eye wasn’t purely luck and innocence.
Leah Thorne took her suitcase and walked out.
She still had a house, the house Vincent Hawthorne left her.
Leah Thorne dragged her suitcase to that house, a middle-high-end apartnt complex, a house of a hundred or so square ters, definitely not up to luxury standards.
But Leah Thorne thought that this place should have special significance for Vincent Hawthorne.
Leah Thorne opened the wardrobe, inside were won’s clothes, off-season big brands, but they seed barely worn, very new.
Leah Thorne reached out and touched them one by one.
She was pondering who that woman could be? Who does Vincent Hawthorne truly take her for?
She knew Vincent Hawthorne had been through a marriage, but the divorce wasn’t pleasant...
Leah Thorne didn’t want to think deeply anymore; she lay on the bed, almost unthinkingly dialed Vincent Hawthorne’s number again.
This ti, soone answered.
However, it was the voice of another man.
"Hello?"
Leah Thorne was slightly taken aback, instinctively asked, "Isn’t this Vincent’s phone?"
The other end, Cody Crawford, paused for a mont, laughed ambiguously: "Brother Hawthorne has a newcor around, okay, pretty girl, co over and pick up. He’s drunk."
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