All Chapters of A Man Reborn: Beg for My Heart: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vincent's gaze roamed over Samara's face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in his previous life or his present one. The pain and doubt in his heart hung over him like thick, heavy storm clouds that refused to disperse."You had a nightmare. Don't be scared. I'm here," Samara said in a gentle, comforting voice. However, Vincent felt as if his heart was encased in ice. Every caring thing she said made it feel like she was rubbing salt into his wounds. He let out a bitter laugh. She was the one who had given him those nightmares."Can you just… let me be alone for a while, alright?" he said at last, after a moment's silence. Samara sighed softly. "Alright. I won't say anything. I'll just stay here with you."It was so quiet in the car that the only sound was their breathing. Vincent closed his eyes and tried his hardest to pull himself out of those wretched memories. Time seemed to stand still, and when he opened his eyes once more, they were clear and bright. "I… I'

"Vincent, listen to me. I had nothing to do with Zachary joining NexGen. If you want him gone, all it takes is a single word from me." Samara's tone was resolute, though the flicker of conflict in her eyes was impossible to conceal.Vincent rubbed his temples. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't understand the way this woman's mind worked. He said helplessly, "That's not the point. This was never about Zachary; it's about me. What I need from you is understanding. I need space. I need—"Before he could finish, Samara cut him off. "I don't care. I'm not letting you leave me, so stop thinking about it."There was an unmistakable stubbornness in her tone. It was as though she had become an entirely different person. The calm, rational Samara he knew had vanished without a trace."Let go first. I can barely breathe." Vincent let out a bitter laugh. Since when had this woman become so strong?"No!" Samara refused to release him.Instead, she tightened her embrace. "You'r

Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly as he immediately caught the meaning behind Tristan's words. Casting a sideways glance at the smug, self-satisfied Zachary standing nearby, he smiled faintly as he patted Tristan's shoulder.He said, "Tristan, since when did you become so formal with me? I won't stand by and watch my friends suffer. Don't worry. I'll help however I can."A look of delight flashed across Tristan's face. He grabbed Vincent's arm forcefully, a clear indication of his determination, and laughed in relief. "Vincent, that's all I needed to hear! With the two of us working together, we'll knock this one out of the park!"And just like that, Vincent found himself being sucked in by Tristan's enthusiasm and recruited as an indispensable member of the game development project.He had wanted nothing more than to stay out of the conflict and enjoy a little peace and quiet. Fate, however, had other plans.Tristan grinned mischievously, his tone half sincere, half joking, as he

Vincent gently patted Tristan on the shoulder. "Tristan, let's go. We should get ready. We only have an hour left."He was trying to divert his attention away from Samara while finding himself an excuse to leave.Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Without warning, Kirsten stepped forward and grabbed Tristan by the arm. "Tristan, come with me for a moment."Looking utterly bewildered, Tristan had no idea what was happening and could only allow himself to be dragged away.Vincent remained where he was, caught in an awkward predicament. He had intended to use Tristan as a convenient shield to avoid facing Samara alone. Instead, things had backfired spectacularly.Keeping a polite distance, he forced himself to ask, "Ms. Copeland, what can I do for you?"Samara handed him an exquisitely wrapped box, smiling softly. "I noticed you didn't touch your breakfast, so I prepared something for you."Vincent didn't take it. "I bought something on the way here, so I'm not hungry. B

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy with tension. Seated on one side of the long table were NexGen's entire senior management team. Opposite them sat the judges for the competition.The moment Vincent stepped through the door, it was as if an invisible pressure had settled over him. At the same time, he sensed a warm gaze that was impossible to ignore, piercing through the crowd and locking onto him.Instinctively, he turned his head, only to meet Samara's passionate, yet complicated gaze. His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly composed himself and followed closely behind Tristan as they walked toward the podium."Good afternoon, judges and distinguished leaders." Tristan's voice trembled slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "My name is Tristan Murray. Today, I'd like to introduce the tile-matching game our team has worked so hard to create."The more he spoke, the more confident he grew. His fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard as the images on the screen