Chapter 604

Vincent froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing as an unmistakable frown darkened his features.

Hannah held his gaze with unwavering determination, her voice steady and deliberate."What I want is to be your wife."

His brow creased further, a hard chill settling into his expression as though a shadow had passed over his heart.Without exchanging another word, he turned and strode forward, each step long and purposeful.

Hannah stood rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on his retreating form, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her.

It reminded her painfully of the time, years ago, when she had first mustered the courage to chase after Vincent. Back then, she had been unrelentingly bold, impervious to his icy rejections, charging ahead with fearless resolve.

Perhaps it had been the vigor of youth, or the raw, untainted force of her love. The pain she felt then had been sharp, yet it was accompanied by a naïve courage that only grew stronger with each denial.

Now, though her bravery remained, it carried a weight-her heart ached, her resolve trembling under the strain of his indifference. She worried more deeply, feared with greater intensity that he might never reclaim memories of her again.

Yet, despite his lost memories and the cold barrier he maintained, her pulse still raced uncontrollably whenever their eyes met. She still loved him. That truth both bothered and emboldened her, stirring a quiet,resolute flame within her.

Without hesitation, she hurried after Vincent. What did it matter that his memories were gone? She would pursue him again, just as she had before. Only this time, she hoped the chase would not stretch endlessly.Eventually, Hannah, Vincent, and their companions reunited with Nate and boarded the sleek private jet.

The aircraf glided through the sky, yet inside the cabin, the air was thick with tension, suffocating in its

intensity.

Vincent closed his eyes, attempting rest, but the deep furrow between his brows betrayed the discomfort his back wound inflicted.

Hannah maintained a vigilant, quiet watch over him, her concern unspoken. After a moment, she broke the silence, her tone measured and businesslike as she checked the time. "It's time to change your bandages.Leaving them as they are could lead to infection."

She approached with the medical kit in hand, ready to help, but Vincent shifted away just as her fingers reached for him. His gaze seemed distant, almost detached, and his voice carried a flat, cold edge.-"Ifmy bodyguards aren't lying, we're divorced now, aren't we?"

A sharp pang shot through Hannah's chest, and she pressed her lips together before quietly admitting,"Yes."

His eyes swept over her with calculating detachment. "Then, as an ex-wife, shouldn't you maintain some distance? Is it really proper for you to get this close?"

Anger and pain bubbled inside her, but she clenched her jaw, swallowing her emotions, reminding herself that arguing with a patient-especially one suffering memory loss-would achieve nothing.

She handed the supplies to Nate, who tried his best to remain unobtrusive. Her voice hardened,commanding yet controlled. "Fine, we'll maintain distance. Nate, you handle his bandages. If his wound becomes infected, the consequences will be severe."

Nate took the items cautiously, as if holding a live ember, and braced himself.′′Mr.Jones,|-"

Before he could finish, Vincent's piercing glare cut him off."Nate, think carefully. Who employs you? Who signs your paychecks?"

Caught in an impossible position, Nate froze, sweat beading at his temple, questioning why he bore the brunt of Vincent's amnesia.

Hannah,witnessing Vincent's frigid demeanor, felt her own irritation flare. She crossed her arms, squared her shoulders, and confronted him with sharp conviction."Vincent, even if your memory has failed you, can't you distinguish right from wrong? Recklessly endangering yourself is childish."

Without warning, she leaned in, placing her hands firmly on the armrests of his seat and trapping him in a confined space. Her face hovered close, a playful glint in her eyes. "Or are you simply shy? Nervous about me looking at your back?"

The unexpected closeness caused Vincent to stiffen, his gaze flickering involuntarily to her lips as his Adam's apple shifted under the tension.

The next instant, as if burned, he pushed her back abruptly and shot to his feet, his voice edged with irritation. "Who gave you permission to get this close?"

Hannah,undeterred, straightened gracefully and raised an eyebrow."And who told you to make such a fuss over a bandage change? Are you always this difficult?"

She turned her gaze to Nate, silently signaling him to proceed with the bandage change.

Vincent finally sank back into his seat, a dark shadow crossing his features. He offered no refusal, though the room remained taut with tension.

Nate worked carefully, changing the bandages and applying the medicine to Vincent's back, aware of Vincent's icy, unyielding aura throughout the process.

Once finished, Nate withdrew with visible relief.

Hannah, observing Vincent's continued grim expression, spoke up gently yet firmly."Now,shall we talk?"