A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Hearing Jacob’s words, Olga couldn’t help but smile. She seemed to have forgotten all the pain.

It’s true. Her eldest son, Nathan, was the most promising child in the family.

As long as he came home, Lyana couldn’t act haughty and powerful for a long time.

Olga had suffered at Lyana’s hands today, and had lost her dignity. Either way, she would get Nathan to make Lyana pay for what she had done, a thousand times over.

Lyana was sitting in the back seat of the car. She glanced at Vincent, who was sitting next to her.

To be honest, she wasn’t used to Vincent treating her so well. The change was so sudden.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

At this time, he was sitting with his legs crossed. His eyes were closed, and his fingers were playing with the ring of his thumb, as if he was thinking about something. Even though Vincent’s eyes were closed, the aura surrounding him didn’t weaken in the least.

Vincent’s face was a masterpiece. His features seemed to have been shaped in the heavens. No matter what angle you looked at him, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Lyana stared at him blankly, momentarily dazed.

Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. His eyelashes moved, and he opened his eyes completely.

– Why are you looking at me like that?

Vincent looked at Lyana, his eyes darkening a shade.

She froze. He had his eyes closed the whole time. How did he know she was staring at him?

Lyana coughed awkwardly in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. The tips of her ears gradually turned pink.

Vincent realized that Lyana was embarrassed. He can’t help smiling.

– Mrs. Sanchez, you don’t need to look at me so secretly. You are my lawful wife. You can watch me whenever you want. If you want, you can watch me all day.

Lyana smiled slightly and said:

– You seem to be in a good mood today.

– Yes

Vincent replied lightly.

Now he no longer exuded that cold hostility. Instead, he gave off a gentle aura.

Lyana remembered how Vincent had protected her in front of the Dubois family just now. Her heart started racing and for some reason her mouth went dry.

– Thank you for earlier, said Lyana with the greatest sincerity.

Hearing Lyana’s words, Vincent frowned. For some reason, he felt a little unhappy.

Vincent’s gaze gradually becomes cold. He stared blankly at Lyana, enunciating every word clearly as he spoke.

– Madame Sanchez, you are my wife and the Young Lady of the Sanchez family. There’s no need to draw the line between us so clearly. Don’t thank me anymore.

Lyana had always known that Vincent was helping her in the name of the dignity of the Sanchez family. But even so, she was still very grateful to him.

Because apart from her grandfather, Vincent was the only man who had ever protected her.

Lyana’s beautiful eyes were filled with stars. She looked at Vincent seriously.

– I understand, but I still want to thank you.

Vincent’s good mood instantly took off. Her whole body emitted a cold aura, and her voice turned cold.

– Stop the car.

Thomas looked around and said cautiously:

– The sky is already dark, and we are still far from the city. What if we encounter bandits?

Vincent’s expression darkened. His eyes were like two puddles of jet black ink, not even containing a trace of light.

– Stop the car!

Thomas looked up cautiously. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the two people sitting in the back seat.

The second young master Sanchez, who could scare anyone to the point of making them tremble. Young Madame Sanchez, who could beat anyone. Indeed, none of them would have been worried about the possibility of bandits.

He hesitated for a moment. Sensing the oppressive aura Vincent was giving off, he silently parked the car at the side of the road.

– Get out of the car.

Vincent’s voice was as cold as ice.

Thomas’ hands, which were gripping the steering wheel, shook slightly. Second Young Master Sanchez had taken such good care of Madame just now. Vincent’s words were probably directed at him.

– So… do I have to go out first? Thomas probed carefully.

– Stay seated.

Lyana was slightly stunned. She turned to look at Vincent and saw his gloomy expression. Did Vincent want her out of the car?

He was clearly in a good mood at the moment. Why had he changed his mood so quickly?

– You ! Get out of the car.

Vincent turned to look at Lyana with slanted eyes.

Thomas: “??!!!”

Lyana: “?”

Lyana didn’t know what she had said to anger Vincent. She opened the door and got out of the car without hesitation, slamming the door without looking behind her.

The moment she closed the door, the car started moving.

Lyana really didn’t expect Vincent to abandon her in the middle of nowhere.

She watched the car drive further and further away and realized that Vincent was really going to abandon her. She was left speechless. How could this man be happy one moment and then fly into a rage the next? He changed his mood even faster than a child.

In the car, Thomas backed off under the overwhelming pressure. He was shaking.

His hands were covered in cold sweat. As he watched Lyana’s figure grow smaller and smaller, the unease in his heart grew.

– Hum, Master Sanchez, the young lady may be afraid of the dark. Should we turn around and go get her?

Thomas asked shyly. The cold aura around Vincent intensified.

– Are you so eager to invite humiliation?

Thomas: “?”

Thomas did not understand at all. How could his Master Sanchez be humiliated within his own family?

Moreover, with Madame’s abilities, she would certainly find a taxi in a few minutes.

Thomas remained silent and continued driving.

– Turn back.

Thomas’ hands shook. His intelligence must have been a little lacking. He couldn’t understand at all what Master Sanchez was trying to say.

– Go back!

Thomas thought: Didn’t he say he wasn’t going to invite humiliation?

Wasn’t it the exact opposite?

He dared not voice his thoughts, much less ask Master Sanchez what he was doing.

The sky was already completely dark, and the street lamps were emitting a dim light.

Lyana took out her phone. She felt it might be dangerous for her to stay here any longer. She prepared to call someone to pick her up.

She was certainly going to settle accounts with Vincent on her return.

The moment she took out her phone, a car suddenly stopped near her.

The car’s headlights were still on, and the lights were so bright she could barely keep her eyes open.

Instinctively, Lyana raised a hand to shield her eyes.

At that moment, Thomas turned off the headlights.

Vincent got out of the car and walked over to Lyana.

With great foresight, Thomas had stopped the car a hundred yards from Lyana, leaving room and privacy for her and Vincent.

Seeing that Vincent had arrived, a trace of confusion flashed in Lyana’s eyes. With a displeased expression, she asked:

– Vincent Sanchez, what are you doing exactly?

Lyana’s face was slightly flushed with anger, and the rage in her eyes was clearly visible. She looked like an angry kitten. His anger was oddly adorable, making him want to pat his head.

Suppressing his urge to touch Lyana’s head, Vincent’s gaze inadvertently landed on the young woman’s lips. His eyes darkened.

When he didn’t answer, Lyana frowned. The displeasure can be read on her face and she says:

– What exactly are you doing?

Vincent placed his right hand in his pocket and looked at Lyana authoritatively.

– You are my wife.

– Yes. We have already registered our marriage.

Lyana figured that when she was done dealing with the rotten Dubois family, and when Vincent recovered, she could divorce him.

Vincent narrowed his phoenix eyes, a trace of coldness appearing there.

– Since that’s the case, why did you thank me anyway?

She was left speechless.

Vincent had kicked her out of the car with rage just now because she had thanked him.

Lyana was a bit confused. What kind of logic was Vincent following?

Lyana looked at Vincent in confusion.

– Not thanking you is not a basic courtesy?

– I don’t need you to be polite to me.

When Lyana heard Vincent’s words, she was a little stunned. She hesitated for a moment, then asked:

– You came back just to tell me that?

– Come home with me.

Lyana thought: So what exactly was he trying to do?

Was he trying to get her to stop thanking him?

Vincent’s way of thinking was really incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Lyana had no idea how to deal with him at all. She pursed her lips. She couldn’t afford to ask any more questions.