Chapter 64
Everything in the master bedroom that once belonged to Gabriella had been thoroughly cleaned out, leaving no trace of her ever being there.
Even the wedding photo of them above the bed had been re–hung.
Vincent restored everything to how it used to be.
Unfortunately, while material things could be returned to their original place, some things would never be the same again,
Did she regret choosing Vincent so recklessly back then?
Diana looked up at the dazzling crystal chandelier and felt a mild sting in her eyes…
But how could she regret now when things were already past the point of no return?
Time would never rewind itself.
Silence settled, and all noises around her faded away.
After taking a shower, Diana walked out in her pajamas, only to lock eyes with Vincent.
Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, he stood still by the bed and asked, “Done with your shower?” “Yeah.”
And that was the end of their conversation.
After Vincent walked into the bathroom, Diana proceeded to blow–dry her hair and climbed straight into bed.
Maria, perhaps worried that she would feel uncomfortable, had replaced all the bedding with fresh, new sheets in advance.
Not long after, Vincent came out of the bathroom and walked to the other side of the bed. He turned off the lamp.
Lying at the very edge of her side of the bed, Diana could feel the mattress sink slightly when Vincent lifted the covers and got in bed.
She kept her back to him, lying right on the edge, leaving a gulf between them that felt like light years apart.
In the quiet of the dark, Vincent suddenly spoke. “You’re sleeping so far over there. Aren’t you afraid of falling off the bed?”
Diana pretended to be asleep and said nothing.
Vincent frowned but didn’t press it.
However, just two minutes later, his brows tightened further. With an air of annoyance, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. Before Diana could react, his overbearing presence engulfed her.
He forcefully dragged her closer to the middle of the bed.
Her whole body stiffened.
“Why do you look so serious? It’s not like I’m going to take advantage of you,” Vincent muttered, his tone tinged with impatience.
Other than that, he didn’t make any other moves.
Lying flat on his back, he closed his eyes.
Although he had pulled her toward the middle of the bed, there was still easily a foot of space between their bodies.
Diana couldn’t sleep. As she listened to the gradually steady breathing behind her, she finally turned her head slightly for a peek.
In the darkness, the night light’s faint glow wasn’t enough to let her see his full face–only a rough outline.
Vincent had a well–defined face with stunning features, and his deeply sculpted profile still resembled the young man in her memories from years ago.
Throughout the years, his face had barely changed from that arrogant, reckless youth to the man he was now.
What changed was the air about him. He had shed his boyish immaturity and replaced it with quiet sophistication and… coldness.
It was a coldness that had never existed before, at least not toward her.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully.
But the next morning, Diana woke up in complete shock and disbelief.
She found herself in Vincent’s embrace!
What happened last night? Had she slept that soundly?
How had she unconsciously rolled into his embrace?
“Don’t move,” said a muffled voice from above her right as she tried to wiggle away.
Vincent had just woken up as well still groggy and half–asleep.