No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 686

The photo showed Daniel and Sabrina wrapped in each other's arms, kissing as if there were no tomorrow.

Alongside the picture, there was even a video clip circulating.

As soon as the story trended, Twitter blew up. The news dropped like a bomb, stunning several people close to the situation.

Vincent, Daniel, and Sabrina's tangled dynamic was picked apart by countless bloggers all over the internet.

When Scarlett came across the news of Daniel and Sabrina's kiss, she was just as shocked.

She glanced uneasily at Damian, sound asleep in her bed. Deep down, she knew he was probably behind it all.

Scarlett set her phone aside, then sat up again. Leaning back against the headboard, she let her gaze settle softly on Damian's sleeping face.

Looking at him, she felt a mix of respect and worry.

Daniel worked for Vincent—they moved in the same circles.

If things ever came to blows, Vincent would undoubtedly take Daniel's side.

And whether that photo of Daniel and Sabrina was real or not, either way, Vincent would be directly affected.

So with this move, Damian was essentially throwing down the gauntlet.

No matter what Damian had put Scarlett through, since Vincent had never really cared about her, he might not come after Damian too hard over it. But Sabrina was different—she was the one Vincent truly valued.

Once that kind of news spread all over the internet, Vincent would inevitably trace it back to Damian.

Sooner or later, the two of them would end up on opposite sides.

Seeing Damian sleeping so deeply, Scarlett's chest grew tight with unease.

But worrying wouldn't help. Right now, Damian was here in her bed, and he was safe—that was what mattered most.

Once she'd sorted through that in her mind, Scarlett lay back down near the edge of the mattress.

Before long, she drifted off as well.

As dawn began to break, Damian's eyes opened.

Compared to the exhaustion that had weighed him down the night before, he now felt most of his strength return.

Thinking about how he'd used his last bit of energy to drag himself over to Scarlett's place, he let out a quiet, low chuckle.

Just to make sure she'd save him, he'd really been willing to risk it all.

But that was the only way she couldn't shake him off.

She had saved his life—now that life belonged to her.

At that thought, a tear actually escaped from the corner of Damian's eye.

Noticing Scarlett curled up beside the bed in nothing but thin pajamas, he felt a pang of concern. He reached over and gently brushed her cheek.

She cut herself off, stopping short without meaning to.

She caught what she was about to say and held it back just in time.

Damian leaned in deliberately, his voice a murmur. "You what?"

He knew exactly what she meant, but he wanted to hear her say it.

Scarlett didn't meet his eyes. She didn't answer, either.

She made a move to get up and head to the couch, but Damian suddenly caught her hand. His voice softened. "Baby, I missed you."

He held her hand firmly, as if afraid she might slip away.

Scarlett turned to look at him, brow slightly furrowed. "Did you take care of everything?"

Damian's eyes stayed tenderly on her. "Yeah."

Scarlett tested the waters. "Was it Daniel?"

Damian didn't hesitate. "It was him."

Scarlett had already suspected that much—she'd even wondered about Vincent.

Once it was confirmed, she didn't press further. She tried to pull her hand back, but when Damian didn't let go, she finally said, "Damian, let go for a minute. I'll go fix you something to eat."