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    The luxury car’s back seat offered ample space. Katelyn, with her eyes shut, wriggled slightly until she found afortable position to rest her head. Her breathing soon became steady, indicating she had fallen asleep. Unbeknownst to her, she was resting on Vincent’sp. Though he appeared helpless, his eyes disyed unmistakable tenderness.


    He moved with caution, careful not to wake her, and gently swept a strand of hair from her forehead. Katelyn remained asleep, unaffected by his touch.


    Vincent then turned his attention to thendscape passing by, while the soft piano music in the background brought him a sense of profound tranquility.


    Before long, Samuel drove up to the front of the vi. Despite the numbness in his legs, Vincent hesitated to disturb Katelyn’s peaceful slumber.


    Turning down the music, Samuel nced at Vincent and asked, “Mr. Adams, are you going to wake Miss Bailey?”


    He wondered if his boss would prefer to let Katelyn rest and spend the night in the car. Over time, Samuel had be ustomed to Vincent’s entricities, always considering Katelyn’sfort.


    After a moment of silence, Vincent gently nudged Katelyn. “We’ve arrived,” he whispered.


    Blinking open her groggy eyes, Katelyn felt disoriented from the effects of the alcohol. She sat up, rasping, “Where am I?”


    “You’re home,” Vincent reassured her softly.


    Still foggy-headed, Katelyn clumsily exited the car. Vincent, concerned about her unsteady movement, followed closely behind. Her home was the second vi to the right, surrounded by a cluster of trees.


    Vincent watched as Katelyn wavered on her feet. Just as he was about to assist her, she veered suddenly towards the trees.


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    Her next actions caught both Vincent and the onlooking Samuel off guard. Katelyn squatted down and gently picked two small flowers from the bushes, holding them yfully in front of her face.


    Vincent and Samuel watched in bewilderment, unsure of what to make of her behavior. Normally, Katelyn carried herself with poise and reserve, but in her inebriated state, she appeared endearingly goofy. With a mix of amusement and concern, Vincent squatted beside her.


    “What’s going on?” he asked softly.


    Katelyn pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. “I need to stay hidden. You see, an apple… and my enemies might eat me if they see me,” she whispered, her words slurring slightly.


    Confused, Vincent tried to reassure her. “There are no enemies here, and you’re certainly not an apple. You’re just a little tipsy. Let’s head inside so you can rest.”


    But Katelyn resisted, her voice dropping to a murmur. “I’m well hidden now, and they can’t find me here. You hide as well. You’re a big pear, and they’re after you too.”


    Vincent was at a loss for words.


    Meanwhile, Samuel struggled to contain hisughter, biting his hand to suppress his chuckles. This was perhaps the most amusing thing he had witnessed in a long time.


    Vincent, puzzled by Katelyn’s earnestness, felt like he was dealing with a child. His tone softened as he decided to y along.


    “How long must we hide, then?” he asked gently.


    Katelyn, still clearly confused, slowly shook her head.


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