Chapter 632 No Need to Rush Things

Chapter 632 No Need to Rush Things

Day Seventy...

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As Monica's raging emotions gradually subsided, she made the choice to discuss a pressing matter with Vincent. With a serious expression, she began to share the crucial information.

"Vincent, I had an encounter with Phantomflake," she began, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "I read a message she left for you, requesting a meeting. I decided to go on your behalf."

Vincent was slightly shaken when he heard that. Jane contacted him first. But he didn't read her message. He was supposed to be the one meeting her. But Monica ended up finding his secret. 'I was careless.' He berated himself inwardly.

As Vincent contemplated in his thoughts, Monica continued to speak. "It appears she's starting to recover her memories. During our confrontation, she addressed me as Monica. I'm unsure of how and when she uncovered my true identity, but it's apparent that she recognized me through the scar on my chest." Monica's words were laden with a mix of concern and anxiety, knowing the implications of this revelation could be far-reaching.

Monica's voice trembled with a mixture of agitation and determination as she continued to express her concerns. "Our plan, Vincent, it's at risk if we allow her to live," she emphasized, her words carrying the weight of their shared objectives. She couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease about the potential consequences.

"I strongly believe that she'll attempt to divulge the truth to Nathan," she asserted, her eyes reflecting her fear of this possibility. "And what's more, Helena's father may uncover my true identity as an impostor."

"No need to rush things, Darling," he added.

Monica pursed her lips tightly, unhappiness evident in her eyes. She was utterly disappointed. Vincent's rejection of her marriage proposal had cut deep, casting a shadow of melancholy and despair over her features.

Her emotions were a mix of frustration, hurt, and doubt. She gently but firmly pushed Vincent away, displeased by his response. The words that followed were heavy with both exasperation and a desperate need for reassurance.

"Do you truly love me, Vincent?" Her question hung in the air, a plea for clarity amidst the swirling uncertainty that clouded her heart.

"Of course! I do love you," he assured her, his words aimed to erase Monica's doubts and reaffirm his love for her.

Closing the distance between them, he gently cupped her face with both hands, his touch warm and reassuring. The room seemed to fade away as their eyes locked, and he leaned in, pressing a loving and sincere kiss upon her lips. It was a long passionate kiss.

Monica could only close her eyes and savor the sweetness of his kiss. This man truly knew how to soothe her worries. Before she realized it, she found herself being lifted and placed on the desk she had cleared a while ago, after throwing things around.

Not breaking the kiss, Vincent started to take off her coat, revealing her shredded blouse. Jane was the one who ripped her blouse in the restaurant a while ago. It did not take long before Monica felt Vincent's hands making their way to her exposed body, feeling the fullness of her breasts and squeezing her plump ass.

Monica moaned inside his mouth as Vincent squeezed and kneaded her right breast. Then his fingers tugged her nipple gently. A delightful sensation rippled through her body, making her hot and wet. She was now aroused and she badly needed his touch.

Soon, she lay on top of the table. parting her legs as he positioned himself in between. He moved closer, poking the bulge on his trouser against her lower part. When they broke the kiss, Monica stared at him with her eyes filled with yearning and desire. "Make love with me, Vincent. I need to feel your love. Tell me that you are mine."