A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

His whole body felt weak. She tripped and she fell backwards.

Vincent had long sensed that something was wrong with Lyana’s expression. He followed her.

Seeing that she was about to fall, he quickly stepped forward to support her.

The familiar scent of ambergris wafted towards her. In a daze, she opened her eyes, her gaze landing on the man’s face. In a soft voice, she whispered,

-Vincent Sanchez…

Vincent leaned down and scooped Lyana up in his arms.

Thomas, who was standing on the side, was completely amazed.

Didn’t the second young master have a phobia of women?

When did he recover from this illness?

Why didn’t he know?

Vincent took two steps forward. Seeing that Thomas was still there, he frowned.

– Drive to the hospital!

Thomas came to his senses and quickly nodded.

– Yes sir.

Once in the car, Vincent’s eyes blinked. He commanded,

– Come home!

Thomas looked in the rear view mirror. Lyana was in Vincent’s arms and her face was flushed, as if she had a fever.

Why didn’t the second young master tell him to send Lyana to the hospital?

Thomas couldn’t understand it, but he didn’t dare ask.

Looking at the woman in his arms, who appeared to be in extreme embarrassment, Vincent also began to worry.

Lyana slowly opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused. She asked,

– Vincent, how long will it take to get home?

His voice wasn’t as cold as it used to be. Instead, it seemed a shade more seductive than usual.

Vincent’s expression darkened. He looked up at Thomas.

– Raise the mirror. Turn the music volume to the loudest.

Although Thomas didn’t know what Vincent wanted to do, he obeyed.

Lyana’s face grew increasingly red. Her eyes seemed to roll over as she tossed and turned relentlessly in Vincent’s arms.

But to Vincent, Lyana seemed to be trying to seduce him.

He lowered his head and looked at Lyana. Her face was covered in sweat and there was a unique scent around her. He felt like he had smelled that scent before somewhere, but at that moment he couldn’t remember where.

Lyana reached out and grabbed his tie, her fingers trailing higher. She loosened her tie and tossed it nonchalantly, then reached out to unbutton his shirt.

His hand inadvertently touched her skin. Immediately, she felt a shiver. This cold was clearly capable of extinguishing the crushing heat of his body.

Lyana sat up, her fingers slipping under Vincent’s shirt, which she had begun to unbutton.

Seeing Lyana’s bold actions, Vincent’s forehead sank deeper and deeper. When he saw that they had gone home, he immediately took off his suit jacket, covering Lyana with it without hesitation. Then he carried her to the villa.

When they got to his room, Vincent opened the door. He lowered Lyana into the tub and turned on the shower head.

Cold water ran over his head and all over his body. She shivered once from the cold and found that she was suddenly much more awake.

Although the water was a little cold, the soaking actually helped ease his discomfort.

After a long time, she finally opened her eyes. When she saw Vincent leaning against the bathroom door, she gave a sweet smile.

She leaned weakly against the side of the tub, her gaze landing on Vincent’s face.

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At Lyana’s words, Vincent suddenly found himself remembering how she had touched his chest earlier. He said without expression,

– There is no need to thank me.

Vincent’s gaze fell on Lyana’s face. She was completely soaked in water. Her evening dress clung to her body and her long hair clung to her back. She made a lovely photo.

– do you still want revenge?

When she heard Vincent’s words, she laughed.

How could the enmity between her and the Dubois family be resolved so easily?

Sure, she wanted revenge, but beyond that, she wanted to ruin them.

Lyana naturally wouldn’t tell him. Feeling that the heat in her body had dissipated, she looked at Vincent helplessly.

– Young Master Sanchez, I should be able to get up now.

Vincent approached Lyana and bent down to pick her up. She was still soaked.

She obediently wrapped her arms around Vincent’s neck. If she hadn’t sealed her acupoints ahead of time, she wouldn’t have been so physically weak right now.

Being in such close contact with Vincent, Lyana had to tilt her head back to look at his face. It seemed like the most perfect masterpiece crafted in heaven. Her facial features were well defined and her eyes were two pools deep. Coupled with his cool and stoic aura, she couldn’t help but throw herself at him.

Right now, she felt extremely superficial. She only cared about her appearance.

Lyana licked her lips.

At this moment, Vincent let go of her in one fell swoop.

The water in the tub went through the floor.

She sat awkwardly upright and coughed twice. Only then did she manage to get rid of the water stuck in her throat. She was much more awake now.

“Vincent Sanchez!”

Lyana leaned against the side of the tub, feeling like she was barely alive. She said unfortunately,

– Did you have to do that? You are a man and I am not ugly. You will not lose.

Vincent’s expression darkened. He stared at Lyana and said:

– I’m human, not the antidote!

– When a man is in bed, it’s not…

Before Lyana finished her sentence, she remembered what happened five years ago. The light in his eyes fades.

– Bring me my silver needles.

Weakly, she sank into the tub, letting the water run over her face.

Vincent grabbed Lyana’s head and pulled her to the surface.

– are you sure you can do it?

– Where are the silver needles?

Lyana smiles.

– Or are you ready to be the antidote?

Vincent hesitated for a moment, eyeing Lyana suspiciously.

– are you sure you can do it now?

– Yes.

Lyana’s voice was just a seductive shadow. She leaned her head against the side of the tub and smiled at Vincent.

– They’re in the dressing table drawer.

Vincent turned and walked over to the dressing table. He opened the drawer and saw a wooden box engraved with flowers. When he opened the box, he saw the silver needles.

He was about to enter the bathroom when the door to the room opened.

He stared coldly, frowning.

Julie Leroy came in with a drink. When she saw Vincent, her face flushed uncontrollably. Overcome with shyness, she lowered her gaze.

He seemed soaked. Her hair was dripping with water. The buttons on his shirt were slightly unbuttoned, and she could just make out the drops of water on his chest.

Julie lowered her head, trying to control her breathing and her state of mind. She was afraid of not being able to hold back and would throw herself on Vincent.

A trace of ice erupted in Vincent’s eyes as he said coldly,

– Why are you here?

Hearing Vincent’s cold voice, Julie bit her lip. After some hesitation, she looked up at Vincent and said sorry,

– I heard from the servants that the second sister-in-law seemed drunk, so I made some hangover stew and brought it. I didn’t expect to disturb you and the second sister-in-law. I am really sorry!

Julie didn’t see Lyana around, so she was trying to figure out where she might be.

– You are disturbing us.

Vincent looked coldly at Julie, his irritation evident.

– Since you knew you would disturb us, why did you come?

Just as Julie was about to answer, a seductive voice came from the bathroom.

– Vincent, did you find him?

Julie turned to the bathroom. This voice was different from the way Lyana usually spoke.

Lyana and Vincent would have already…

Julie pales in shock. His hands were shaking and the bowl of hangover soup slipped from his grip, spilling onto the floor.

– I’m sorry.

As she spoke, Julie bent down to pick up the soup bowl.

– Get out.

Vincent’s expression was icy as he frowned at Julie.

– I remember saying explicitly that no women are allowed on the second floor.

Julie bit her lip, tears swirling in her eyes.

Wasn’t he afraid of women?

Why did he carry Lyana to the villa?

She had been by his side for so long. Why couldn’t he give her another look?

She stood up reluctantly and turned to leave, remembering to close the door.

Vincent walked to the door and locked it without hesitation, then returned to the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom, he saw Lyana leaning against the tub, looking at him innocently.