Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 359: Off to Chase Felix Kendall Again
When Leah arrived at the address Cody provided, she found Vincent hugging a trash can on the side of the road, vomiting, while Cody patted his back.
It was obvious he was another rich kid, dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, clearly unused to such menial tasks—the way he almost ended up slapping Vincent on the back of the head.
Holding his nose, Cody asked somewhat worriedly, "Bro, are you okay?"
Vincent didn’t have the strength to reply. He stood up shakily, unable to stay steady, leaning against the wall. Squinting, he saw a familiar figure approaching.
Cody turned his head along Vincent’s line of sight, and was also a bit surprised to see the woman coming towards them.
"Tanya..." Before he could finish, she got closer, and Cody, who wasn’t as drunk, realized it wasn’t Tanya Sinclair.
But she looked a lot like Tanya Sinclair.
Not the current Tanya Sinclair, but Tanya Sinclair from their university days.
Leah glanced at Cody somewhat nervously and nodded in greeting, "Hello, we spoke on the phone earlier. I’m here to pick up Vincent."
Cody’s gaze turned meaningful.
"How should I address you?"
Leah: "Last name’s Thorne..."
Before she could finish, Vincent staggered towards her.
"Tanya..." He rested his chin on her shoulder nook, calling her name with closed eyes. The heat of his breath made Leah’s palms curl.
Inside, Cody knew clearly that Vincent wasn’t calling this "Thorne"... but it didn’t matter anymore.
If you can’t retrieve the original, find a substitute...
Cody lazily pulled at the corner of his mouth, stepping forward to help Leah get Vincent into the car.
"Miss Thorne, I’ll leave my brother in your care." Cody shut the car door and turned back, scrutinizing Leah more closely.
Just a resemblance, the details of her face couldn’t compare with Tanya Sinclair.
Her body shape was quite similar, though, especially in these clothes... Not that Cody had a particularly good memory, just that he hadn’t interacted much with Tanya Sinclair. These were clothes she once changed into halfway through an event she attended with Vincent.
Not Tanya Sinclair’s style, but clothes belonging to Vincent’s sister, Yvonne Hawthorne.
A gift from The Hawthorne Family to Tanya Sinclair, who would’ve otherwise discarded them.
Cody couldn’t understand why Tanya Sinclair didn’t refuse, even though she clearly didn’t like it, she still changed into them to make Vincent happy...
He thought, perhaps love only appears when one is at their most self-centered, yet people often easily lose themselves for love.
Now that Tanya Sinclair has shed the clothes she would never wear again, another young girl has picked them up.
Leah, naturally, had no idea about the twists and turns in Cody’s mind. She nodded at him politely, "Mr. Crawford, don’t worry."
Cody squinted, "You know me?"
"I’ve seen you a few times at the club. I’m a waitress there, you probably don’t remember me." Leah replied openly.
Cody paused for a moment, smiled, glanced at Vincent in the back seat, then put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Leah watched Cody’s retreating figure through the rearview mirror, her gaze indifferent.
She couldn’t care less what Cody thought of her.
Tonight, moving out of the dormitory meant she wouldn’t return.
Leah looked at the drunken Vincent in the back seat, her gaze growing deeper. She wanted to stay by Vincent’s side! Regardless of whom he took her for!
Vincent was brought back to the apartment by Leah.
Extremely drunk, he almost collapsed onto Leah, who had to exert herself greatly to get him onto the bed.
She then went to get a basin of hot water, wetting a towel to wipe Vincent’s face.
Vincent’s appearance was very tempting. Half-drunk and half-awake, he opened his eyes, the drunkenness mingled with a watery sheen, ensnaring her.
Vincent suddenly raised his hand to touch her face.
"Tanya..."
He called her this again, the infatuation in his eyes clearly meant for someone else.
"Tanya, you still love me, right? You’ve loved me for so many years... How could you ever really let me go? Can’t we remarry? Marry me again!" He pleaded hoarsely, holding her desperately.
Leah stayed silent.
Vincent had mistaken her for his ex-wife, Tanya Sinclair.
I’m not her—Leah wanted to shout, but the words got stuck in her throat.
She didn’t want him to wake up; she needed him to be submerged!
Leah reached to unbutton Vincent’s shirt. She had just undone two buttons when Vincent suddenly pulled her into his embrace, his hold burning like fire, almost scorching her.
"Tanya!" He murmured urgently and restlessly in her ear, "You do love me, don’t you? You’re just mad at me... Tell me, tell me you still love me! We have two children..."
Leah closed her eyes, her hand climbing up Vincent’s broad back. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"I love you, Vincent..."
Vincent trembled slightly with excitement, cradling her face as Leah leaned in to kiss him.
He was like a flame himself, unable to resist such provocation, and in an instant, the room was ignited by desire...
Vincent kept calling "Tanya," so affectionately, because he mistook her for another woman.
At dawn, the first light crept into the room.
The place was a chaotic mess.
Clothes and pants lay scattered on the floor beside the bed.
Vincent awoke, glancing at the small woman beside him, her breathing steady, yet his head throbbed painfully.
The exposed parts of her shoulders and chest were covered in marks, each one a testament to last night’s indulgence.
Vincent gently pulled the covers back and got out of bed, dressing himself. Upon reaching the living room, his phone rang.
It was a call from Mother Hawthorne at home.
Vincent rubbed his temples and answered, "Mom..."
In her anxiety, Mother Hawthorne failed to notice the change in his voice: "Vincent! Something bad’s happened! Your sister’s gone missing again! She left a note, saying she’s run away from home to chase after Felix Kendall again!!"
