Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 376: Did Declan Pierce Dump Tanya Sinclair?

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: Did Declan Pierce Dump Tanya Sinclair?

"Let’s go then." Leah Thorne smiled sweetly and walked into the residential area with Vincent Hawthorne.

Although Vincent Hawthorne was still polite, he was after all a young master used to being served. She carried the groceries with both hands, and he had no intention of helping.

Leah Thorne didn’t mind at all.

The two entered the elevator together, Vincent Hawthorne stood diagonally behind her, and Leah Thorne could feel the man’s gaze lingering on her.

Leah Thorne’s lips curled up slightly.

These past two days, she had spent some time researching Vincent Hawthorne’s past.

If she was going to hold on to a golden opportunity, she had to do her homework.

They all said Vincent Hawthorne’s true love was his junior and former secretary from college, Cindy Lynn, but Leah Thorne found that his so-called social-climbing ex-wife, Tanya Sinclair, was who she truly resembled.

Especially after looking at Tanya Sinclair’s photos from her university days, they only looked six or seven tenths alike, but their body shapes were almost identical.

Combined with the way Vincent Hawthorne looked at her, during the most passionate moments in bed, he would hold her from behind and tenderly call her Tanya...

Leah Thorne understood her role; she was to mimic Tanya Sinclair.

So she deliberately styled her hair to look exactly like Tanya Sinclair did in college.

Vincent Hawthorne’s hand suddenly reached over, winding a strand of her long hair around his fingers, playing with it absentmindedly.

In a low voice, he said, "Why the sudden decision to cut your hair?"

The elevator was too small, his voice low and magnetic, wrapping around her ears like the hair twined around his fingertips.

Leah Thorne’s ears warmed slightly.

"Well, I thought it was too long before. So I cut a bit..." She turned her head to glance at Vincent Hawthorne, her eyes soft and smiling, "Do you like it?"

Her demeanor was straightforward and innocent.

Vincent Hawthorne smiled, "You’re sensible, I like sensible girls."

The way he looked at her wasn’t as an equal, but as a pet that could please him.

When the elevator doors opened, Vincent Hawthorne just strode out.

Leah Thorne followed behind with the groceries, glancing at Vincent Hawthorne’s tall figure, tugging at the corners of her mouth.

’Sensible’ was the compliment she heard most growing up...

Inside, Leah Thorne carried the groceries into the kitchen.

Vincent Hawthorne followed, leaning against the door frame, politely asking, "Need any help?"

Leah Thorne rolled up her sleeves, washing vegetables, and upon hearing this, turned to him seriously, "There is one thing I need your help with."

Vincent Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, Leah Thorne pointed at the strawberry-patterned apron hanging on the wall.

"Mr. Hawthorne, can you help me with the apron?" She raised her wet hands, looking innocent.

Vincent Hawthorne was quite receptive to this.

No man would refuse such a trivial request.

He stepped forward to tie the apron for Leah Thorne, and when he lowered his head, he caught a whiff of her light lavender perfume.

The scent was comfortably refreshing.

Vincent Hawthorne slightly lowered his head, brushing his nose against the side of Leah Thorne’s neck, about to take a closer sniff when Leah Thorne shrank back, turned around, and pushed him out.

"Don’t tease me. It’ll affect my performance later! Go sit on the sofa, just wait for the dishes to be served."

Her tone was playfully coy, just enough.

Vincent Hawthorne curved his lips, turning obediently to leave.

He sat on the sofa, able to see Leah Thorne’s busy figure in the kitchen.

More than her face, he preferred watching her back...

Vincent Hawthorne watched for a long time.

He withdrew his gaze, looked down at his phone messages, flipping through them, handling two work messages. Then, unable to resist, he got up and went to the balcony to call Rhys Lucas.

"Rhys, how much do you know about the Pierce Family’s situation?"

Rhys Lucas immediately understood his meaning.

"You want to know about Declan Pierce, right?" Rhys Lucas sighed, "Back when he was an illegitimate child, I couldn’t afford to provoke him. Now that he’s the real power behind the Pierce Family, not just us, even Felix Kendall wouldn’t dare to offend him."

Rhys Lucas lowered his voice, "Although the news from The Pierce Clan is that Zeke Pierce is unwell and can’t take over The Pierce Family, and has gone to the Swiss for long-term recuperation. But as far as I know, apart from Declan, everyone else in The Pierce Family has disappeared. Declan is a madman, Vincent, stay as far away from him as you can."

Vincent Hawthorne pressed his lips slightly, "What about him and Tanya Sinclair...?"

Rhys Lucas snorted.

"How could Declan possibly be genuinely interested in Tanya Sinclair? It’s nothing more than wanting what he couldn’t have in college, and now that he has power, he’s pursuing his old ’goddess’ to fulfill a dream. Now that he’s had his fun and sees she’s nothing special, of course, he’s kicked Tanya Sinclair to the curb. What kind of woman can’t Declan Pierce have now? What’s a twice-married Tanya Sinclair worth? Don’t forget, The Shipping Magnate’s daughter, Wynn Winslow, is openly chasing after him!"

Vincent Hawthorne’s tone was off, "I think Tanya Sinclair is no worse than that Wynn Winslow..."

Rhys Lucas spoke with a hint of helplessness, "...Vincent, I know Tanya Sinclair was your ex-wife, and you still have some lingering feelings for her. But be realistic, the two of you are over."

"Don’t forget that during the divorce, Tanya Sinclair nearly took half your life." Rhys Lucas paused, then continued, "Tanya Sinclair’s plane is landing on Gralen Island in a few hours, whether she returns is still uncertain..."