Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 344: Call Me Vincent

Tanya turned her back and answered the phone.

Tanya: "President Pierce, what do you want?"

Zeke Pierce’s slightly hoarse and teasing voice rang out slowly: "Ms. Sinclair, you truly have magic. My mad dog of a brother behaves very well in front of you. In the crowd, he almost looks normal."

Tanya instantly straightened up, warily looking around. And then she saw outside the glass door, Seth Yates pushing Zeke Pierce in a wheelchair.

Zeke Pierce held a phone in one hand and gently waved at her with the other.

Tanya glanced back; Declan was busy checking out and hadn’t noticed this side.

"What do you want?" Tanya asked in a low voice.

Zeke Pierce chuckled: "Is Ms. Sinclair very afraid of me? I’m much more gentle than Declan. Besides, I’m your patient now; you should care more about me."

Tanya didn’t want to tangle with Zeke Pierce any longer.

"You’ve been very stable lately. I’ll bring you the new medication tomorrow, and then I’ll reassess your condition," she warned, "but Zeke Pierce, don’t forget our agreement! I treat you, and you must not harm Declan again."

Zeke Pierce coughed with a light laugh.

His gaze passed over Tanya, locking onto Declan’s figure in the crowd. A few seconds later, he said meaningfully, "It seems you care about that lunatic more than I thought."

"Watch your mouth!" Tanya said sharply.

She didn’t want to hear any slander against Declan. She wanted to protect him, on every level.

Zeke Pierce said lightly, "Rest assured, Ms. Sinclair, you uphold the promise, and I will naturally keep the agreement. I called today to remind you that tomorrow I have an important appointment. The meeting location needs to change. I’ll have Seth pick you up. If you’re scared, you can choose not to come. However..."

Zeke Pierce coldly added, "If you don’t keep your word, then I shouldn’t have to either."

Tanya: "..."

The call ended in her ear, and outside the window, Seth pushed Zeke Pierce away.

"Tanya?" Declan’s voice came from behind her. Tanya adjusted her expression and turned back to face Declan, who was now close by, with a nonchalant smile.

"So many things, huh? Let me take one of the bags." She reached out to grab the shopping bag, but he easily avoided her.

He carried both bags in one hand, freeing the other hand to gently hold hers, naturally tucking it into his coat pocket.

"Whose call was it?"

"Aunt Tawny called; I chatted a bit with Caden," Tanya’s expression remained unchanged, not revealing a trace.

She rarely lied, but when she did, she did so without batting an eye.

Declan suspected nothing, holding her hand as they made their way back to the car. Inside, soothing classical music played, and the heater was just right. Tanya tilted her head, watching Declan drive with a silent smile.

A quiet happiness flowed through her heart.

She wanted to hold onto this happiness, no matter the cost.

"Ms. Sinclair, just a reminder." Declan’s hand was on the steering wheel, his tone seemingly warmed by the heater, carrying a casual, lazy hint of a smile, "If you keep staring at me like that, you’ll be responsible for the consequences."

Tanya laughed: "Driver, focus on driving."

Ahead, the red light stopped the car steadily behind the crosswalk. Declan reached over, his large hand cradling the back of Tanya’s head. He leaned over, stealing a kiss, capturing her lips.

Thirty seconds.

He released her nonchalantly, his fingertip brushing away the shine on Tanya’s lips.

The red light ended, and the car glided away, into the neon-studded, brightly lit cityscape.

On the other side of the night.

Vincent Hawthorne, using the excuse of taking a call, retreated from the private room. It was a bit stuffy inside, and having had a few drinks, he wanted to get some fresh air.

He casually loosened his collar and walked to an empty observation deck, intending to light a cigarette.

The wind was strong here, and the flame was extinguished twice. Just as Vincent was getting frustrated, a gentle voice with a hint of shyness sounded behind him.

"Mr. Hawthorne, let me help you."

Vincent paused slightly and turned to see a face he knew all too well.

It was Tanya.

But how could Tanya be here?

She had left with Declan!

Vincent’s rationality, softened by alcohol, wavered as he looked at the face he had seen countless times in dreams. His Adam’s apple bobbed, as if countless ants were crawling up his throat.

Leah Thorne: "Mr. Hawthorne, I..."

Before Leah could finish, Vincent’s tall figure suddenly approached her. She stepped back, forced into a corner.

Leah Thorne placed both hands against Vincent’s chest.

"Mr. Hawthorne..."

Vincent smelled heavily of alcohol, his voice deep and restrained: "Call me Vincent."

Leah gently bit her lip, complying: "Vin... Vincent."

The string of sanity in Vincent’s mind completely snapped. He touched the trembling face before him.

"Tanya... Come back, won’t you? I swear, I will cherish you, love you well. Please don’t love anyone else."

Vincent called hoarsely, his eyes blurred, yet they clearly held infatuation.

Leah trembled all over.

She knew Vincent’s ’Tanya’ wasn’t calling her.

Leah reminded: "You’re drunk, I..."

Before she could finish, Vincent had already lowered his head, kissing her with a near-furious passion!