No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 875

Hearing her solemn vow, Damian's restless heart finally settled as he held her hand tight, turning to Violet nearby, "Thanks, Violet."

Violet chuckled, "What, just a verbal thanks?"

Damian caught on immediately, "Don't worry, Violet—a proper thank-you gift will arrive within two days."

Seeing his earnest response, Violet urged quickly, "Alright, take Scarlett to the wedding before you two run late."

Glancing at his wristwatch, Damian noticed time was indeed running short.

Saying goodbye to Violet, he turned back to Scarlett.

Snow was falling outside, yet she was dressed in a bare-shouldered evening gown.

Fearing she'd catch a cold, Damian draped his heavy coat over her shoulders and wrapped a soft shawl around her neck.

Ensuring she was cozy and warm, Damian bent down and scooped her up into his arms in a swift motion.

Caught off guard, Scarlett found herself lifted off her feet before she could react.

A blush rushed to her cheeks as she buried her face against Damian's chest.

Glancing down at her, Damian's lips curled into a subtle smirk.

Fearing the biting cold, Damian quickened his pace across the courtyard.

Within seconds, he carried her safely into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Settling her inside, he leaned down to look at her, his cheeks flushing slightly as well.

Scarlett looked up in surprise, their eyes locking in the cozy car interior.

Looking into her watery, sparkling eyes, Damian felt his heart flutter wildly.

After a long pause, Scarlett asked in wonder, "What... what is it?"

Closing his eyes briefly, Damian leaned in closer, whispering, "I wanna kiss you."

Before the words fully landed, Scarlett leaned up and pressed a quick kiss against the corner of his lips before pulling back.

But Damian wrapped his arms around her instantly, pulling her back to deepen the kiss passionately.

Craving more of her, he forced himself to pull away only when the wedding schedule flashed across his mind.

Resting his forehead against hers, Damian panted softly, "Babe, you smell so sweet and feel so soft—I wish I could hold you forever."

Holding her tight, he genuinely hated letting go.

Scarlett tilted her head, nipping playfully at his cheek, "How about now? Still wanna hold me?"

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