CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: A MAN LIKE DECLAN PIERCE, IMPOSSIBLE TO FORGET

Fearing that if she kept watching, she wouldn’t be able to resist storming in to give the scumbag couple a slap, Tanya put on her sunglasses and silently turned to leave.

Inside the private room, Rhys Lucas glanced at Cindy Lynn, whose face was flushed from the teasing, and feeling upset, he picked up the glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

As he put the empty glass back, Rhys Lucas inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past outside the door, and he paused slightly, finding it incredibly familiar.

"Stop it, Joy." Vincent Hawthorne withdrew his hand from Cindy Lynn’s hand, somewhat helplessly, and picked up his daughter, "Go inside and play with your brother."

Joy was a bit reluctant.

Cindy Lynn squatted down to coax her, "Joy, Cindy..."

She glanced at Vincent Hawthorne and corrected herself, "Would Aunt Cindy go with you, is that okay?"

Joy always listened to Cindy Lynn, nodding obediently at once.

Rhys Lucas watched Cindy Lynn carry Joy into the inner room without moving a muscle and then got up, sitting next to Vincent Hawthorne.

"Vincent, Tanya Sinclair’s current situation? Has she not woken up yet?" Rhys Lucas asked bluntly.

Vincent Hawthorne paused his fingers on the phone momentarily, and moments later, he replied, "She woke up yesterday."

Rhys Lucas was stunned.

He couldn’t help but glance at the door again.

So the woman he saw earlier resembling Tanya Sinclair most likely was...

"And she..."

Rhys Lucas wanted to ask more but was interrupted by Vincent’s calm voice, "Her eyes are blind; it’s unknown when she will recover. She’s always been strong-willed; until she completely recovers, I don’t want to make it public that she’s awake."

Blind?

A blind woman certainly couldn’t be standing at the door of their private room peeping.

It seemed he had mistaken someone just now.

Rhys Lucas swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Vincent Hawthorne looked at the message Aunt Lewis sent him two hours ago on his phone.

Aunt Lewis: [Mr. Hawthorne, madam was taken away by a car!]

Attached with the photo of the license plate.

Vincent Hawthorne instantly recognized that it was Daisy Bell’s car.

He wasn’t surprised at all.

Tanya Sinclair’s world was pitifully small; apart from revolving around him, her only friend in contact was Daisy Bell.

That woman was noisy and had a bad temper; The Bell Family had already declined long ago, and Vincent Hawthorne had never looked up to Daisy Bell.

And Tanya Sinclair was very sensible; although she still secretly remained best friends with Daisy Bell over the years, contacting occasionally, she would never mention Daisy Bell in front of him.

This time, she went out and met Daisy Bell privately without informing him first, probably afraid of making him unhappy.

Vincent Hawthorne lightly tugged the corners of his mouth, not without pride.

Tanya Sinclair’s thoughts were always transparent to him.

Vincent Hawthorne leaned back on the sofa, his handsome face, always warm and exquisite under the warm lighting, but only his gaze leaked a bit of coldness.

Tanya Sinclair was very good; whether as a wife or a working partner, she was perfect beyond critique.

But a woman that’s too easy to understand, is like a glass of boiled water, tasteless to consume, regrettable to abandon...

...

Meanwhile.

’Ah-choo—’

Tanya Sinclair sneezed hard.

She looked at the corridor with forks in front of her, her mouth twitching speechlessly.

It’s been five years; The Treasure Pavilion was refurbished once in the middle, expanding quite a lot.

Tanya Sinclair initially thought of returning along the way, but being absent-minded, she walked and ended up getting lost on this floor.

Tanya Sinclair was searching for markings on the wall and the ground, not paying attention when a man suddenly appeared at the corner, almost bumping into him.

"Are you fucking blind!" The man cursed, with a beer belly and a thumb-thick gold chain on his almost nonexistent neck.

Clearly a nouveau riche out for leisure.

Tanya Sinclair smelled the alcohol on him, preferring less trouble over more, she lowered her head, waving her cane to find her way, "Sorry, I can’t see."

The man actually got excited.

"Wow, actually a blind person."

Tanya Sinclair looked through her sunglasses at the man’s big fleshy face indecently coming close, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol made her stomach churn.

"Heh, quite pretty looking and smells nice. Brother is a doctor, come, let brother cure those eyes for you."

Tanya Sinclair coldly said, "Move aside!"

The man didn’t take the seemingly weak Tanya Sinclair seriously and joked indecently, "Call me good brother a few times, and I’ll let you pass, how about it?"

Tanya Sinclair was already fuming with no place to vent, today this sleazy man was asking for it!

She glanced at the monitor on the wall, pretending to be weak and helpless.

"I don’t believe you’re a doctor, don’t come near, I’m scared..."

As she spoke, she retreated step by step, leading the man to a blind spot not covered by the monitor.

Seeing her fragile and pitiful look, the man, even more, intoxicated, lust clouding his mind, rubbed his hands eagerly and chased Tanya Sinclair to the corner.

"Don’t be afraid, little beauty, come to the private room with brother, tonight I’ll cure those eyes well!"

A cold glint passed through Tanya Sinclair’s eyes under the sunglasses; she secretly clenched the cane in her hand, ready to strike a specific spot with a blow, incapacitating the disgusting pig, and then kick away his third leg!

Just as the man’s fat hand reached over, Tanya Sinclair was about to act, when suddenly a well-suited man burst from behind him, grabbing his hand extending toward Tanya Sinclair and twisting it forcefully.

"Ah!!"

The sleazy man screamed in pain.

Tanya Sinclair was also very surprised; she carefully examined the man who suddenly emerged to save her; around thirty years old, an elite executive aura, she was sure she’d never seen this person before.

Janne Hayes had already grabbed the sleazy man’s head and slammed him forcefully against the wall.

Janne Hayes coldly said, "Sir, if you’re drunk go lie down in the private room, would you need me to escort you?"

At this point, the sleazy man was already frightened, sobering up a lot and begging for mercy.

"No, no need, I’ll go back on my own, go back on my own..."

He was just about to leave when suddenly a deep, leisurely voice sounded behind, faintly smiling.

But the tone carried an eerie coldness, capable of freezing bones to dust.

"So easy to leave, you think?"

This voice is...

Tanya Sinclair’s body uncontrollably stiffened on the spot; she slowly directed her gaze backward, only to see Declan Pierce’s tall and straight figure strolling over a few meters away, the corridor’s pale lighting filtered through sunglasses became softly amber, resembling the evening sun.

In a trance, Tanya Sinclair felt as if she had returned to the airport seven years ago.

Seven years ago Declan Pierce, and the figure of the man before her, overlapped.

’Tanya Sinclair, is it worth it?’

This phrase surged from the depths of memory, like a heavy drum, shaking Tanya Sinclair’s soul fiercely.

Seven years...