Chapter 640 - Who Cried (3)

They didn't speak for a while.

Then Pablo poured a glass of wine for Vincent. Pablo showed no expression on his face for he had known Vincent's decision.

"After we settle down, I'll let you know. For the past years that we share. It's a pleasure to know you, cheers" Vincent proposed a toast.

Jaquan and the others absent-mindedly. They didn't answer anything. It seemed to be the way it used to be that they had no choice but to accept Vincent's decision.

Vincent got used to being independent, which might be the reason why they were attracted to make friends with him.

"Will you take Emily with you?" asked Emma.

For a while, Vincent began to say drunkenly looking at the empty goblet in front of him, "It's her call if she wants to go with me or not."

Emma heaved a sigh of relief. If Vincent asked Emily to go with him despite her willingness, she would try her best to help Emily. Therefore, Vincent's decision was out of Emma's expectations. She wouldn't expect him to say such words.

Vincent was a legendary figure in City Y, the lead among his friends, the patriarch in his family, and Mr. Kason dealing with troubles in Emerald Island. But to Emily, he was just a man no different from others who needed to consult with her upon leaving for a faraway place.

"What was wrong with you? Why were you staring at Vincent tonight? Do you think he looks better than me?" After returning to the room, Jaquan, who had drunk some wine, took the opportunity to express his jealousy.

Emma replied, "What are you thinking?"

"Am I right? Now I will let you know your husband is here." Jaquan took off his clothes.

Emma answered, "All right."

A minute later.

Jaquan, who had been thrown over his shoulder, lay on the ground and begged for mercy, "Honey, I was wrong."

"He is indeed better looking than you." Emma let go of his hand and went to the bed.

Jaquan, who was lying on the ground, covered his face in despair, "I'd rather you punch me again."

"But I like you." Emma continued.

Jaquan rejoiced, "Why don't you say it earlier!"

How did it feel like when his beautiful wife was more skilled and cool than Jaquan?

After taking a bath, Armando took a basin of lukewarm water with a towel in it to the room. He gently used the towel to clear the face and neck of Janessa who was sleeping. Seeing that she was not awakened, he continued to clear her hands and feet.

The candlelight shone on Janessa's expressionless face. After pouring the water, he came back and found a new set of clothes from the suitcase, intending to change her dirty ones.

When he picked her up, he discovered that she was not sleeping.

She was feigning to sleep.

Though Armando wasn't drunk, that bit of wine still emboldened him.

He dared to take off her clothes and kiss her while knowing she wasn't sleeping.

But he didn't do anything more.

He hadn't had sex with her since returning from Tibet.

It had been so long that even a kiss would arouse his desire.

To cool down, Armando drank a few cups of cold water. Then he continued to change Janessa's clothes. He didn't leave right after changing. Instead, he lay down beside her and hugged her gently. The distance between them was narrowing down and his fervency slowly healed her pain.

Janessa did not have the strength to push him away, nor did she wanted to refuse him. He was going back tomorrow. It would probably be the last time for them to lay together.

In the dark, his muffled voice rang through Janessa's ears. It was like a murmur in a dream after drinking or a whisper to the love, low and soft.

"I love you, Janessa."

Janessa's heart sunk, and her eyelashes fluttered. Nevertheless, she didn't open her eyes.

At the same time, Ferne fell to the ground in the bathroom. It seemed that he knocked over many things.

Upon hearing the sound, Noah rushed over to check the situation. He saw Ferne grabbing the door and cried while naked, "Vincent, don't leave us! Don't leave us. I would miss you!"

Noah quickly took out his mobile phone and filmed him.