Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 345: Let Me Drive You Home

Leah was completely frozen.

She clenched her fists, her palms sweaty with nervousness. Before her was Vincent Hawthorne’s intoxicated face; he was drunk, the strong scent of alcohol between his lips and teeth surged into her mouth, almost invading her mind, numbing every nerve.

For a moment, Leah felt like she was drunk too.

Until her gaze passed over Vincent’s shoulder and she saw the man who had come looking.

"Vincent?" Rhys Lucas called out tentatively, the back looking familiar.

It was this call that made Vincent open his eyes abruptly, red bloodshot lines wrapping around his pupils. Leah, like a startled bird, suddenly pushed him away, covering her lips with her hand, her eyes red, fleeing in panic.

From a distance, Leah was petite, and completely blocked by Vincent, so Rhys hadn’t initially noticed another person. Now seeing clearly, he was stunned, and only reacted after a few seconds.

A man and a woman, shadows overlapping, what else could it be?

And that woman... Rhys watched the woman’s panicked back, still in a waiter’s uniform.

He frowned, striding over to Vincent.

"What’s going on? That woman is..."

"I mistook her for someone else," Vincent said dismissively, clearly not wanting to continue the topic.

Rhys didn’t press further; after all, Vincent was currently single. With his status and image, countless women would flock to him.

He handed Vincent a tissue to wipe the lipstick from his mouth.

"This is good too, find some fun for yourself," Rhys comforted, "Let go of Tanya Sinclair sooner."

Vincent glanced at him without speaking, wiping his mouth with the tissue, then crumpling it into the trash.

"I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable, I’m leaving first. Apologize for me to the people inside."

"Are you okay? Should I call a driver for you?" Rhys was worried.

Vincent waved his hand, "I’ll find a driver myself."

Leaving the restaurant, Vincent headed to the parking lot, pressing his car key to locate the vehicle. He walked over, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.

With a heavy head, Vincent called a driver service, gave his location, then leaned back in the seat to rest.

A call from abroad came through, it was Richard.

Vincent had previously asked him to investigate Declan Pierce abroad.

Suddenly sobered up, he immediately answered.

"Richard, how did it go?"

Richard: "Vincent, I’ve found some information. That Declan Pierce is extremely dangerous. Besides the underground boxing rings, he also spent time in a psychiatric hospital, classified as an S+ grade patient, the most dangerous kind..."

"What?" Vincent was shocked but also a bit excited, "Are there photos? Videos? No matter the cost, I’m willing to pay!"

"There are tapes of his fights, the punches were too fast and brutal, used as training material. But from the hospital, I’ll do my best."

"Thank you, Richard, I owe you big time."

"No problem. You should warn your wife and kids to stay as far away from such a dangerous person as possible!"

Vincent smirked with an ambiguous expression: "Don’t worry, I will."

Putting the phone down, suddenly someone knocked on the car window outside.

Vincent turned to see Leah standing outside. He lowered the window, noticing the girl’s split lip, he felt a bit apologetic: "Sorry, I lost control from drinking too much."

He took out a checkbook: "If you need compensation, just name a price."

Leah’s eyes, initially filled with a smile, were suddenly drenched.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I’m not here to ask for money." She handed over a canister of hangover soup through the car window, "I saw you drank too much earlier, so I went to the kitchen to get some."

Vincent paused slightly, not taking it: "Thank you, I have a maid at home who can prepare it." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Leah’s eyes dimmed, awkwardly retracting her hand, she lowered her eyes and said softly, "I see... it’s alright, I acted on my own. Someone like you wouldn’t casually drink soup given by a stranger."

Vincent wasn’t usually soft-hearted, but her downcast look was too reminiscent of the former Tanya.

In the past, every time he disappointed or upset her, she would lower her head the same way and quietly say, "I see..." and thereafter, never a word of blame.

Vincent suddenly reached out his hand: "Give it to me. Thank you."

Leah suddenly lifted her head, eyes bright and sparkling, surprised and delighted, handing over the hangover soup cooperatively.

Vincent smiled a little, the most endearing thing about young girls is their straightforwardness, if not on their face, then in their eyes, or social media.

Leah looked at the empty driver’s seat and mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Hawthorne, if you haven’t found a driver, I could drive you back. I have a license!"