?Chapter 372:


    “You’re hurt!”


    Vincent’s eyes were filled with concern, and his voice carried an uncharacteristic urgency.<fnd3ee> Fresh chapters posted on FindN()vel</fnd3ee>


    Katelyn nced down, following his gaze, and only then noticed the deep cut on her right arm. Blood was steadily trickling down, and the adrenaline had kept her from feeling the pain until now. A sharp ache suddenly surged through her.


    “Don’t move. Let me bandage it,” Vincent said quickly. His expression turned cold as he grabbed the hotel’s first aid kit without hesitation.


    When the antiseptic touched her wound, a sharp sting caused her hand to tremble despite herself.


    She had endured many attacks in the past, but this one felt different. It was strangely more vivid.


    Whoever attacked her had known exactly what they were doing and hade prepared.


    Vincent’s voice softened, as though trying to soothe her. “I’ll be as gentle as I can. Just hang in there.”


    Katelyn gave him a firm nod.


    She turned her head to avoid looking at the wound while he treated it, though the pain kept her hand shaking. The cut was deep, dangerously close to the bone.


    Luckily, none of the nerves were damaged.


    If it had been on the inside of her arm, it might have causedsting harm.


    Vincent worked gently, taking his time to clean the wound and apply a thinyer of medicinal powder. The pain was sharp, but Katelyn remained silent, her right hand still trembling uncontrobly.


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    She had bitten her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.


    Vincent finally finished treating her wound and covered it with gauze.


    “Be careful not to use this arm too much while it heals. The cut is deep, and overuse could slow the recovery,” he warned.


    Katelyn nodded, pushing back the pain, and nced up at him with gratitude.


    “You’ve helped me again. I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay you.”


    She had been trapped, and without Vincent’s timely arrival, she would have be the next victim. The attacker would have already seeded.


    “I never asked you to repay me,” Vincent replied, his gaze fixed on hers.


    From the moment he had shielded her from that bullet until now, his actions seemed driven by instinct, beyond any deliberate choice.


    Maybe, somewhere inside, her well-being meant more to him than his own.


    Katelyn lowered her gaze and hesitantly said, “I owe you so much, but I have nothing to offer in return.”


    “That’s not true. Securing the preliminary deal with Selina was all thanks to your designs. Don’t underestimate your contribution. It’s almost as significant as saving my life,” Vincent responded.


    Katelyn smiled wryly at that.


    She understood he was just trying tofort her in his own way. She had indeed secured many deals for the Adams Group, but how could that ever be enough? None of them could everpare to what he had done for her. He had saved her life more than once.


    After spending so much time with Vincent, she could see that he had learned to understand her personality and her way of thinking. He always seemed to know just how to calm her down at the right moment. It felt like he was another version of her, always in sync with her thoughts. This was something entirely new to her.


    Was this what it meant to find a soul mate?


    “Focus on getting better. You have two months to create the centerpiece for the exhibition. And if you still feel like you owe me, buy me dinner. I found a restaurant nearby with great reviews.”


    Katelyn nodded without hesitation. “Sounds great. You can pick any restaurant you want.”


    Vincent stared into her eyes and asked, “Do you have any idea who your attacker was?”


    Katelyn shook her head in response. She was just as eager to find out.


    Vincent gave her a slight nod and said quietly, “I’ll ask the hotel to take action and help identify the attacker.” Then, his gaze shifted to the empty gun lying on the bed. Maybe it was time to provide Katelyn with more specialized self-defense tools.


    Katelyn nced at the gun as well. She turned back to face him and was about to speak when Vincent leaned in closer all of a sudden.


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