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From Lily\u2019s expression, Scarlett could tell she had something to say, but Scarlett wasn\u2019t in the mood to hear it. Before Lily could begin, she cut in, \u201cLily, why don\u2019t you go ahead with what you need to do? Claire and I are going to take a walk around.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, she took Claire\u2019s hand and stood up, stepping out of the pavilion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lily opened her mouth a few times, trying to speak, but each time Scarlett gently brushed her off. Seeing there was no opening, Lily had no choice but to turn away and call Vincent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The hospital gardens were quite expansive. Even in early winter, the faint, sweet scent of late- blooming jasmine hung in the cool air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After strolling for a while, Claire nudged Scarlett subtly and glanced behind them. Scarlett turned to see Vincent making his way slowly toward them through the grounds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Shrouded in the hazy morning mist, he wore a black overcoat left open over his clothes. His thick hair was slightly damp from the moisture in the air. As he emerged from the fog, the edges of his coat fluttered lightly in the breeze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she recognized Vincent, Scarlett instinctively turned to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But he was quicker. \u201cMs. Wright,\u201d he said, addressing Claire, \u201cwould you mind giving my wife and me a moment alone?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claire didn\u2019t respond to Vincent. Instead, she looked at Scarlett, waiting for her cue. If Scarlett wanted to leave, she\u2019d walk away with her right then.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a brief pause, Scarlett patted Claire\u2019s hand. \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she said softly. \u201cGo on ahead, I\u2019ll catch up in a bit.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Claire still seemed concerned, but Scarlett offered a small, reassuring smile and a nod. Only then did Claire reluctantly head off toward the path.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noticing Scarlett was only dressed in thin fleece pajamas, Vincent frowned deeply. \u201cIt\u2019s cold out here. Why didn\u2019t you put on something warmer?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett turned slowly to face him. As she looked up, Vincent was already shrugging off his long overcoat. He moved behind her and draped it over her shoulders, his hands resting on the fabric for a moment to secure it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as the weight of the coat settled, Scarlett shifted aside. \u201cVincent, don\u2019t,\u201d she said, her voice even. \u201cI don\u2019t need it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent, taller and standing close, easily kept her within his reach. She had little room to step\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He gently but firmly settled the coat back onto her shoulders. Afraid she might remove it again, he kept his hands lightly on her shoulders through the thick wool and looked down at her. \u201cKeep it on. There\u2019s something I need to say.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The coat was overwhelmingly long on her, nearly swallowing her whole. She looked almost comical wrapped in it, like a child lost in an adult\u2019s\u00a0<\/p>\n
garment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ignoring his previous statement, she said instead, \u201cThe air is fresh out here. Since Vanessa\u2019s fever broke, she\u2019s been cooped up in that room. You should bring her out more often. The change would do her good.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing she wasn\u2019t rejecting the coat anymore, Vincent slowly let his hands drop from her shoulders.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d he replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett met his gaze. \u201cWhat did you want to talk about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent studied her face. \u201cAre you feeling better now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett didn\u2019t want to dwell on it. \u201cGet to the point, Vincent.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hesitated, then said, \u201cI was too harsh the other day. I\u2019m sorry. I hope you won\u2019t hold it against me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett wasn\u2019t even sure which day he was referring to, and she didn\u2019t care to ask. To her, it didn\u2019t matter anymore. None of it did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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gave a slight, indifferent shrug. \u201cIt\u2019s fine. Really. I\u2019m used to it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her detached tone made his chest tighten. He pressed on, wanting to explain. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were running a fever that day. If I had-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She cut him off. \u201cYeah, I got it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her nonchalance was a dull ache. He heard himself say, \u201cMove into Vanessa\u2019s room. It\u2019ll be easier for me to look after both of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The suggestion took her by surprise, but only for a second. Her refusal was firm and immediate. \u201cThank you, but no.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent started to speak again, but Scarlett didn\u2019t give him the chance. She held his continued, \u201cVincent, in less than twenty days, we should finalize things at the courthouse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Seeing the cool distance in her eyes, he simply said, \u201cI know.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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A faint, polite smile touched her lips. At the same time, she slipped off his coat and held it out to him. \u201cIf that\u2019s all, I should be going.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent didn\u2019t take it. \u201cIt\u2019s winter. Keep it on. I don\u2019t want you catching another chill.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, thank you,\u201d she said, the smile still there but not reaching her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She insisted, holding the coat out until he finally reached for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once the coat was back in his hands, Scarlett turned without another word and walked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching her retreating figure, Vincent was suddenly struck by a memory of her\u2013the Scarlett from before. The one who used to meet him at the door, taking his briefcase and hanging up his coat. The one who\u2019d straighten his tie before he left for work, bring him a fresh cup of coffee when he was working late, or run a bath for him when he was tired.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even though they hadn\u2019t shared a home for long, in those moments they did, she had attended to every detail of his comfort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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