No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 780

Before stepping out of the main hall, Damian glanced back and offered Nathan and Violet a polite goodbye.

"Nathan, Violet, I've got errands to run, so I'll head out now. Thanks for having me over."

With that, he walked out the front door.

Violet called after him to drive carefully, and no other voices filled the quiet living room afterward.

...

Late afternoon, snow drifted down as Vincent pulled up at Ravenshade Villa. Fine snowflakes dusted every inch of his overcoat the moment he stepped out into the yard.

Once he crossed into the heated entryway, all the snow melted instantly into damp spots across his outerwear.

A dark, stormy look hung on his face, making it plain he was in a terrible mood.

Sabrina had been busy prepping food in the kitchen and wandered out curiously when she heard footsteps echo through the hall.

Surprised to spot him home far earlier than usual, she asked right away, "Vincent? Why're you getting off work so early today?"

Vincent ignored her entirely and sank heavily down onto the living room sofa.

That morning at the company, he'd discovered critical trouble with one of their ongoing development projects. A rival supplier had cornered the market on essential construction materials, leaving imported stock as his only viable option.

Import pricing ran twice the regular cost. If he refused the overpriced goods, the firm would breach binding contracts and face steep penalty payouts.

Either path meant pouring massive sums of unexpected cash into the project, and while money was no hardship for him, he hated tossing capital away due to underhanded scheming.

Adding to his foul mood was another upsetting discovery.

Though Harris' birthday dinner had ended on bitter terms weeks prior, Damian had accidentally scrolled a friend's Instagram earlier that day. The post held a nine-photo album featuring Harris, Daniel, and their usual close circle. The snapshots captured Harris blowing out birthday candles and digging into birthday cake.

It turned out after their messy split that night, everyone but Vincent and the men who'd badmouthed Sabrina had headed to a second spot to keep celebrating.

These two frustrations combined left Vincent irritable and simmering with quiet anger.

Spotting his exhausted, worn features, Sabrina stepped forward and rested her palm gently against his cheek. "What's wrong? Did something go wrong?"

Vincent had been leaning back with his eyes shut, but the warmth of her hand pulled his lids open abruptly. Thick red bloodshot veins webbed across his irises like tangled spider silk.

Sabrina read the faraway look in his eyes and realized his praise hadn't truly been meant for her, but she kept her disappointment hidden and smiled softly, "I'm glad you like it. I'll keep making it for you whenever you want."

Her words snapped Vincent fully back to reality. Seeing Sabrina standing before him, he gave a faint, genuine smile. "Thanks."

She picked up the empty dish to return it to the kitchen. When she came back, Vincent looked up and asked, "Where's Vanessa?"

"Lily took her to dance lessons; they should be home soon," Sabrina replied.

He nodded once and dropped the subject.

Glancing toward the window at the heavy, thick snowfall outside, Sabrina suggested warmly, "We still have plenty of daylight left. Wanna catch a movie together?"

Vincent hesitated briefly before agreeing. "Sure, go get ready."

Sabrina slipped off her kitchen apron and headed up the second floor.

Thirty minutes later, she descended the stairs fully dressed up.

A long insulated parka layered over a slim-fit midi dress paired with ankle boots. Her long hair fell loose around her shoulders, and subtle makeup highlighted her soft, delicate features.