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    Katelyn turned around and found herself staring into Neil’s angry eyes.


    He had only nned to grab a drink and rx that day. Never did he expect to encounter Katelyn, let alone catch her speaking ill of him.


    Annoyance flickered in Katelyn’s eyes.


    She felt incredibly unlucky, as if fate were deliberately mocking her. Why did she always run into Neil wherever she went?


    Katelyn got up and looked at him with impatience.


    “What’s wrong with you this time?”


    The disgust was evident in her eyes.


    Her feelings of revulsion toward Neil intensified under the influence of alcohol.


    Neil red at her with hardened eyes and asked in a confused tone, “Does my presence bother you that much?”


    Katelyn noticed that Neil’s gaze was unfocused and his face flushed. He was obviously drunk.


    She didn’t want to argue with him, especially not while she was also under the influence. “Get the fuck out of my face!” she hissed.


    In the booth, Aimee’s body stiffened, ready to act at any moment.


    Normally, Neil was aposed and rational individual, but in his drunken state, his behavior could be unpredictable.


    “Listen, Katelyn, don’t fool yourself into thinking you can easily dismiss me.”


    Neil clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.


    After seeing Katelyn’s scornful expression, a persistent thought nagged at him. Their interactions shouldn’t unfold this way, and she shouldn’t look at him with such disdain.


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    Suddenly, he moved toward Katelyn and embraced her.


    “You always say you despise men, right? Well, let’s see if you can keep that up.”


    As Neil acted out visibly drunk, Katelyn’s expression turned stern.


    She was unaware that someone had been observing the entire exchange from nearby.


    Vincent appeared indifferent, his demeanor reserved. He put down his ss, turned, and left silently.


    Aimee’s eyes widened in disbelief. Why was Vincent here? To make matters worse, he had just witnessed Neil embracing Katelyn.


    Until now, Katelyn was still unaware that Vincent had seen her. She pped Neil across the face—something she had been wanting to do for a long time.


    The sound of the p was sharp and clear. Neil felt the sting and stepped back instinctively. Katelyn seized the moment to break free from his arms. Aimee rushed over to Katelyn and positioned herself in front of her, ready to protect her.


    Katelyn’s eyes were fierce, like des. “Have you gotten sober now?”


    Neil’s cheek instantly swelled, a stark contrast to his still-handsome left side. His eyes, which had been unfocused, finally sharpened. He stared at Katelyn, his brow furrowing deeply.


    The pain had sobered him up significantly.


    Neil pressed his lips together. “Katelyn, how dare you hit me?”


    Without a hint of fear, Katelyn replied, “That p was your wake-up call. If you try to bother me again, there will be more to follow.”


    Aimee pulled out her phone and turned on the camera, pointing it at Neil.


    “Mr. Wheeler, it would be best if you went home now. Don’t make things worse. If you do, I’ll make sure this video goes online.”


    Neil was well-aware that this was his fault. A shadow crossed his eyes, but he stayed silent and walked away.


    The incident had ruined Katelyn’s mood. She held her wine ss, looking irritated. “When will I be able to cut ties with someone like Neil? Every time I’m with him, it only brings trouble.”


    Aimee had aplicated expression on her face as she looked at Katelyn. Hesitantly, she said, “I saw someone just now. He happened to see Neil holding you.”


    Katelyn felt confused when she heard this and asked with curiosity, “Who did you see?”


    After a brief pause, Aimee replied, “Vincent. He looked really serious. It seemed like he was in a bad mood.”


    Katelyn’s eyes shed with surprise. She instinctively turned her head to search for Vincent. He had left the hospital without saying a word, and she still hadn’t asked him what had happened.


    She had brought the soup that she had stewed for five hours that day, only to find his ward empty. Aimee waved her hand in front of Katelyn’s face and said with a sigh, “Don’t bother looking for him. He’s already gone. Do you think he was jealous when he saw that?”


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