Chapter 649

Vera had just learned from Danica at the dinner table about Vincent's memory loss-how he had forgotten only the past eight years, as if someone had sliced out a single Chapterfrom his life's book.

Vincent stayed silent for a few seconds before replying vaguely,"I'll check my schedule." He neither accepted nor refused outright.

To Vera, that response was already half a promise. Not saying no was close enough to saying yes. Her face lit up with satisfaction. "Alright then. I'll see you there!"

Vincent didn't linger. Without a backward glance, he strode downstairs, ignoring his mother's call to have something to eat,and left the house straightaway. He didn't bother calling Derek.Instead,he drove himself, planning to drown his inexplicable irritation in an ocean of unfinished work at the company.

But just as he arrived at the Jones Group building,his phone lit up with a message from Hannah."Vincent, you slept with me,and now you're chasing other women. You jerk."

Before he could read the content, the message was retracted almost instantly. He frowned and sent back a single question mark.

He was about to get out of the car, to walk into the building and lose himself in paperwork, but his hand on the steering wheel seemed to act on its own. The next second, the engine roared back to life.

Before his mind caught up, the car was already turning,speeding toward Sterling Heights.

And by the time realization hit him, he was standing before

And by the time reslization hit him, he was standing before Hannah's apartment door

He raised his hand to knock-but stopped rudaiir. Vmat ori earth was he doing? It was nearly midnight. Here he was, like a lost fool, standing at his ex-vife's door under the cold stare of the hallway lights

Irritated at his own lack of control, he turned to leare

Just then, the door behind him clicked open.

A young man, bare-chested and wearing orily casual pants.poked his head out. Seeing Vincent, he blirked im confusion before muttering. "So, not the delivery guy."

Vincent's face darkened immnediately. Frorn inside the room.bursts of male laughter drifted out, confirming the man wasnr't alone.

The half-naked man looked Vincent up and dovm. and suddenly, his expression shifted into ane of playful understanding. "Ah, I get it!" he said. grinning "You'ne the new escort Ms. Scott ordered, right? Come on in-dorr't just stand there gawking!"

Vincent's expression turned as cold as steel Without a word,he strode in.

What rnet his eyes made his blood simmnem. Hamnah wias lounging lazily on a soft sofa, surrounded by several helf-dressed men. One was massaging her shoulders, another was holding a wine glass to her lips; a third was fumbling through a card trick, hoping to amuse her.

The moment Vincent stepped inside, the ar icself seered to freeze. His gaze, sharp and cald, swept across the room tke a blade.

The man at the door announced proudly, "Ms. Scott lood The new escort you ordered is herel"

Hannah,who had been resting with her eyes closed, opened them slowly. When she saw Vincent's storm-dark face,a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes-but it vanished as quickly as it came. Her lips curved into a teasing smile."Vincent?What brings you here?"

His jaw tightened, and he forced out three clipped words. "Just passing by."

Hannah's smile deepened,laced with mockery. "Really? Passing by my doorstep at midnight?"

Vincent ignored her taunt, his gaze locked on her, unwavering.

Hannah, seeing his silence, only looked more amused. She waved casually at the male escorts. "Keep going. Don't stop."

She took a shallow sip from a glass handed over by the escort who whipped up the drink. She then plucked a bank card from the table, slipping it into the waistband of the escort's pants."This drink's pretty good," she said with a smirk. "I like it."

The escort grinned, emboldened by the tip, and leaned close to whisper in her ear, "Ms. Scott, I'm good at kissing. Want to test that too?"

Hannah's eyes, however, stayed fixed on Vincent's face-now darkened with restrained fury. Her lips curved again, drawing out the word like silk. "Sure..."

Something snapped inside Vincent. A blurred image flickered through his mind-Hannah in some dimly lit bar, putting on that same smile, teasing another man with the same careless charm.

A tide of emotion surged through Vincent, heavy and uncontrollable. Before he knew it, he had stepped forward,roughly shoving the escorts aside. He caught Hannah's wrist and yanked her up from the sofa.