Chapter 422

Hannah jerked her hand hard, trying to wrench it free from Vincent's grip. "Why are you here? Let go!"

Vincent didn't release her. Instead, his hold tightened. Ignoring her resistance, he demanded,"Are you working at the Luminara Group?"

"That's none of your business!" Hannah's voice shook with suppressed anger as she twisted in his grasp.The umbrella slipped in their tug-of-war, and rain instantly drenched her shoulder.

"We need to talk," Vincent declared, his tone resolute, allowing no room for dissent.

"I have already said all I needed to at Cloudtop Restaurant," Hannah shot back, her gaze piercing through the rain-soaked strands of her hair. "Did throwing that glass of wine in your face still not make my stance clear?"

Vincent froze at that. He studied her, defiant and unyielding in the downpour, a stark contrast to the "Hannah" currently dining at the Jones estate. There were two Hannahs now. And he was gripped by an unshakable certainty that the woman before him was the true Hannah.

His voice trembled with raw emotion as he loosened his hold. "You're the real Hannah, aren't you?" he murmured.

Hannah's brows knitted in frustration as she finally freed her hand. "This is ridiculous!"

She refused to meet his gaze again, yanking open the car door and slipping inside with a forceful slam."Drive, now!" Her voice rang with urgent finality.

The taxi driver glanced at the striking man standing in the rain through the rearview mirror and then at Hannah's icy demeanor in the backseat."Miss,did you two argue? Your boyfriend is still out there in the rain.Should we wait?"

"I have no ties with him," Hannah replied, her tone sharp and unwavering."Drive!" "Alright, alright!" Startled by her intensity, the driver hesitated no longer and pulled away.

The taxi merged into the rain-slicked traffic, water streaking across the windows.

Vincent spun on his heel, sprinting to his car. He ignited the engine and trailed the taxi closely.

Rain pounded the windshield, and despite the wipers' frantic pace, the road ahead remained a blur.

Vincent's hands clenched the steering wheel, his pulse thundering in his chest.

Hannah sank back in her seat, eyes closed, drawing a slow, steadying breath.

The driver, noticing the sleek luxury car doggedly pursuing them, spoke again. "Miss, that car's sticking close. It's risky driving like this in the storm. Are you sure everything's fine?"

Hannah's eyes flicked open, catching the familiar vehicle in the rearview mirror. Her expression wavered,layered with complexity. After a moment, her voice softened, laced with weary determination. "Just ignore him."

The driver gave a resigned nod. "Got it."

The taxi pressed on, halting at the entrance to Sterling Heights.

Vincent's car slowed to a stop beside it. He flung open his door and hurried to catch up with Hannah.

Sterling Heights 2201 was Hannah's property. Even during her travels abroad, Vincent had ensured it remained untouched. More importantly, she had enabled iris recognition. No impostor could cross its threshold. Only the true Hannah could.

Vincent followed silently until sheactivated the iris scanner.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Hannah spun to face him. "I'm home. Are you still going to stalk me?"

She had noticed him trailing her since she stepped out of the taxi but had held her tongue. She hadn't expected him to linger even after she unlocked the door.

She opened her mouth to deliver a sharper retort, but in an instant, Vincent pulled her into a fierce embrace.He was nearly certain she was his Hannah.His arms enveloped her tightly, as if he could fuse their beings into one. "I thought you'd never return," he whispered, his voice cracking with raw grief and boundless regret.

"I'm sorry..." Vincent repeated the words, his voice fractured, heavy with a profound, soul-deep ache. He vowed silently that he would never let her go. Not even in death