Chapter 35

Vincent and Gabriella once again surrendered to each other, intertwining in a hot passion as if nothing ever came between them. Soon enough, the earlier tension had seemingly cooled without a trace. Nestled in his arms, Gabriella glanced at the shattered phone lying in the corner, and a smug smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Secretly, she sneered, thinking the real clown here was Diana, who was nothing but a pathetic worm. In a relationship, the unloved one was the true intruder. Vincent's heart belonged to her, and sooner or later, the title of Mrs. Hendrix will eventually be hers. … The next morning, Gabriella leaned against Vincent's shoulder. "Vincent," she called as she stared at him. "Christmas is coming. My mom says she misses you." Her implication was obvious—she wanted him to accompany her back to Winderbay for the holidays. Vincent paused for a moment, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as he responded with a hint of regret in his voice, "Sorry, Gabby. I've go