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    Katelyn’s eyes were filled with curiosity.


    As Jaxen stuttered without giving a clear response, she sensed something wasn’t quite right.


    “Is Mr. Adams still tied up with work?” she asked.


    “Absolutely!” Jaxen eximed, pping his thigh with an exaggerated decisiveness. “He spent two whole hours preparing soup for you, alright? Now he’s just catching up on the backlog of work he umted.”


    While speaking, Jaxen noticed the bandage on Katelyn’s arm and suddenly had a thought. “Hold off on the soup for now—it’s hot and could burn you. I’ll go check on how Vincent is handling his workload.”


    Without waiting for her response, Jaxen hurried out, as if fleeing from something.


    Katelyn didn’t dwell on his odd behavior for long. Instead, she let the inviting smell of the chicken soup fill her with a cozy sense of appreciation. Vincent had truly gone out of his way to care for her. She resolved to find a way to thank him properly in the future.


    Without a proper office space avable, Vincent had been handling his work from his suite at the hotel. He had just wrapped up a grueling four-hour meeting and was taking off his headset when Jaxen burst in.


    Vincent’s brow furrowed at the sight of Jaxen’s frantic entrance. “What’s the matter? Is there a problem?”


    Jaxen copsed on the couch, visibly worn out. He had been on the move all morning—picking up the chicken soup from a restaurant, delivering it to Katelyn, and now returning to the hotel. He felt like a robot that had finally run out of battery.


    After catching his breath, Jaxen said, “I just came from the hospital. I saw Katelyn struggling to eat with her bandaged right hand. It really made me feel for her.”


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    Vincent’s face took on a slightly ominous look, his lips curling into a subtle, threatening smile. “You feel bad for her?”


    “Of course!” Jaxen blurted out, but sensing the mood had shifted, he quickly rified, “I mean, not in the way you might think. I just figured she might need some help.”


    “Like a caregiver. It’s tough for her to manage simple tasks like eating right now.”


    Vincent’s expression turned cold. He had momentarily overlooked the ss shards that had wounded Katelyn’s arm and the bandages still encircling her right hand. As Vincent drifted into thought, Jaxen pressed on eagerly.


    “That’s why I think we should hire a caregiver for her—someone to assist with everyday activities. I’ve heard the male caregivers here in Yata are particrly diligent.”


    Vincent nonchntly shut hisptop and responded quietly, “Knowing Katelyn, she wouldn’t befortable with a caregiver.”


    As he spoke, he walked toward the door.


    Jaxen quickly asked, “Where are you off to?”


    “The hospital,” Vincent answered, closing the door behind him.


    Back on the sofa, Jaxen couldn’t help but wear a satisfied grin. The initial attempt at being the perfect wingman had gone exactly as nned!<fnd412> Newest update provided by find?novel</fnd412>


    When Vincent reached the hospital, he found Katelyn awkwardly trying to grab a water cup from the table. The thick bandage on her wrist made the task difficult.


    Vincent set down his coat and approached swiftly.


    “For things like this, you should just call me.”


    Katelyn, taken aback by his sudden appearance, felt a bit self-conscious as he handed her the cup.


    “I’ve already troubled you enough. I don’t want to bother you with something like this.”


    “It’s no bother at all,” Vincent reassured, ncing at the thermos next to her. “Have you had something to eat? Are you hungry?”


    He felt the outside of the thermos, noting it was still warm.


    “No, not yet,” Katelyn responded, just as her stomach audibly rumbled.


    Although it was a quiet sound, it resonated clearly in the still hospital room. Her face turned a deep shade of red.


    Vincent’s expression softened, a trace of amusement in his eyes as he opened the thermos and took up a spoon. He carefully scooped some soup, offering it to her lips.


    “The soup should be the perfect temperature now.”


    Katelyn’s eyes widened in surprise. After a brief pause, she quickly protested, “Mr. Adams, my injury isn’t that serious. I can eat by myself.”


    Vincent maintained a soothing tone. “Just take it easy.”


    Katelyn was left feeling bewildered. What was this feeling of being treated like a child?


    Unseen by Katelyn, a shadowy figure lingered at the door, secretly observing the scene.


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