Her Scissors Cut My Hair, But His Betrayal Cut Deeper - Chapter 136: Chapter 136
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It was at a party Jonah hosted at his home.
By then, Jonah had grown tired of my innocence.
After several rounds of drinks, he had his arm around a glamorously made-up woman with a stunning figure, both of them laughing with flushed faces.
I downed three glasses of whiskey to gather my courage, changed into lace lingerie I'd prepared, and waited for Jonah in his bedroom.
My father had made it clear—whatever the cost, I needed to win Jonah back.
Late that night, someone returned to the room. In my half-conscious state, I threw my arms around his neck.
Between drunkenness and wakefulness, I only registered how alluring he smelled, which made me kiss him more passionately.
What happened afterward remained foggy. I seemed to have passed out quickly, and he had gently laid me on the bed.
When I woke up, my clothes were intact—he'd even covered me with a blanket.
I never mentioned this incident to Jonah. Instinctively, I knew it wasn't him that night.
Looking at Vincent's handsome face now, the familiar scent of his cologne filled my senses again.
"It was... you?"
Vincent's smile confirmed the answer without words.
"I planned to find you the next day, only to discover you were my worthless nephew's girlfriend."
"A gentleman doesn't steal another man's love, so for years, I could only watch you from afar."
"I never imagined that playboy would fall for someone else. Had I known how poorly he treated you, I would have taken you away from him!"
Vincent, who always appeared composed and distant, now had a vein visibly pulsing on his forehead.
I stared at him in astonishment. The legendary ruthless, cold-blooded Vincent had given me his first kiss?
Seeing me staring, Vincent suddenly leaned closer, his dark eyes intently focused on mine.
"What? Are you frightened?"
I hurriedly shook my head. "No, I just never expected..."
Then, as if possessed, I added: "You smell really good."
My face instantly turned crimson. I sounded like some kind of seductress!
Vincent's soft chuckle reached my ears. The next moment, both my wrists were captured in his large hand.
He gently pressed me against the bed—tender but impossible to resist.
"What are you doing?" I swallowed, feeling completely at his mercy.
His lips approached my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my neck.
"Didn't you just say you're the one being serviced now?"
By then, Jonah had grown tired of my innocence.
After several rounds of drinks, he had his arm around a glamorously made-up woman with a stunning figure, both of them laughing with flushed faces.
I downed three glasses of whiskey to gather my courage, changed into lace lingerie I'd prepared, and waited for Jonah in his bedroom.
My father had made it clear—whatever the cost, I needed to win Jonah back.
Late that night, someone returned to the room. In my half-conscious state, I threw my arms around his neck.
Between drunkenness and wakefulness, I only registered how alluring he smelled, which made me kiss him more passionately.
What happened afterward remained foggy. I seemed to have passed out quickly, and he had gently laid me on the bed.
When I woke up, my clothes were intact—he'd even covered me with a blanket.
I never mentioned this incident to Jonah. Instinctively, I knew it wasn't him that night.
Looking at Vincent's handsome face now, the familiar scent of his cologne filled my senses again.
"It was... you?"
Vincent's smile confirmed the answer without words.
"I planned to find you the next day, only to discover you were my worthless nephew's girlfriend."
"A gentleman doesn't steal another man's love, so for years, I could only watch you from afar."
"I never imagined that playboy would fall for someone else. Had I known how poorly he treated you, I would have taken you away from him!"
Vincent, who always appeared composed and distant, now had a vein visibly pulsing on his forehead.
I stared at him in astonishment. The legendary ruthless, cold-blooded Vincent had given me his first kiss?
Seeing me staring, Vincent suddenly leaned closer, his dark eyes intently focused on mine.
"What? Are you frightened?"
I hurriedly shook my head. "No, I just never expected..."
Then, as if possessed, I added: "You smell really good."
My face instantly turned crimson. I sounded like some kind of seductress!
Vincent's soft chuckle reached my ears. The next moment, both my wrists were captured in his large hand.
He gently pressed me against the bed—tender but impossible to resist.
"What are you doing?" I swallowed, feeling completely at his mercy.
His lips approached my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my neck.
"Didn't you just say you're the one being serviced now?"
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