?Chapter 373:
Vincent’s face, seemingly sculpted by an artist, appeared wless from every angle. The closer he moved, the more Katelyn found herself in awe.
At that moment, Katelyn couldn’t help but stare at Vincent’s features. It was as if every detail of his face had been crafted with care; each line was perfect. His dark eyes held an unfathomable depth, concealing whatever thoughtsy beneath.
A closer look revealed a cold glint beneath the surface, like sharp des ready to strike. Anyone who dared challenge him would surely regret it.
They were now merely inches apart. So close that Katelyn instinctively held her breath, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.
She stammered, “Mr. Adams…”
She could barely get the words out, inwardly cursing herself for feeling so flustered.
Why did she always find herself blushing and stumbling over her words whenever Vincent was near?
She had never felt this way before, not even when she was with…
What puzzled her more was her usual need for personal space.
She kept clear boundaries with those around her, often growing tense or irritated if anyone got too close.
But with Vincent, she felt none of that unease.
Maybe this was a sign that she genuinely trusted him, even considered him a true friend.
Vincent gazed at Katelyn with a steady intensity and slowly raised his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
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It was a strand that had fallen out during her fight with the attacker, and he took his time to smooth it back into ce.
Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red. Wasn’t this the kind of gesture shared between lovers? Why was he doing this with her?
She wanted to step back but felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.
After fixing her hair, Vincent picked up a tissue and gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. His every move was careful and tender, as if he were handling something fragile and precious.
Katelyn stood still, allowing Vincent to take care of her without saying a word.
She realized that she didn’t feel ufortable at all. In fact, she found herself enjoying the closeness.
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red at that thought.
Vincent casually tossed the tissue into the trash and stepped back, creating some distance between them. “Get some rest, and let me know if you need anything.” He still had an online meeting to finish, having rushed over when he heard themotion next door.
Katelyn nodded and replied, “Alright.”
Once Vincent left, she quickly locked the door behind him.
This incident had been a real wake-up call; she decided she wouldn’t open the door again without knowing exactly who was on the other side.
She med herself for letting her guard down. The medicine Vincent had used earlier contained painkillers, so the pain had eased significantly.
Katelyn crouched down to pick up the tear gas canister the intruder had dropped while fleeing, examining it carefully.
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She snapped a photo of the canister and stored it away carefully.
She had a feeling this canister might prove useful someday.
After the shock and the pain, Katelyn struggled to find sleep, tossing and turning until she finally drifted into a deep slumber.
When she woke up, the sky outside was already dark. She reached for her phone and saw it was 8:30 in the evening. Two unread messages from Vincent appeared on the screen.
The first read, “Are you awake?” The second said, “Come downstairs, and I’ll take you to dinner.”
The messages had been sent thirty minutes earlier.
Katelyn quickly responded, “OK.”
Typing awkwardly with her left hand, she slowly stood up and grabbed a long-sleeved jacket from the wardrobe to cover the bandage on her right arm.
Vincent was already waiting for her at the door.
The restaurant he had chosen was one he had mentioned earlier, known for its excellent reviews. But as soon as they sat down, Katelyn felt a pair of eyes burning with hatred, fixed on her.
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