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    Jaxen’s eyes sparkled. “Are you serious? Are you actually considering making me your apprentice?”


    Katelyn averted her gaze. She couldn’t shake the image of Jaxen as an eager puppy who had just found a bone. If he could, his tail would undoubtedly be wagging.


    She managed a strained smile.


    “We’ll see how well you perform,” Katelyn said, her tone neutral.


    Jaxen’s enthusiasm surged. “Don’t worry. I’ll excel for sure. Alfy and I, as your apprentices, working together— wouldn’t that call for a double celebration?”


    Katelyn dampened his spirits with a cool reply. “Focus on sorting out yourplex rtionships before you start thinking about winning Alfy.”


    Jaxen made a tsk sound and waved dismissively. “They’re all in the past now.”


    Katelyn felt a twinge of difort hearing him describe his past rtionships so casually; it was a first for her.


    Just then, Vincent entered the room. He looked better than the day before but still appeared frail.


    Katelyn moved quickly to his side, her concern evident. “How are you feeling? Any difort?”


    Vincent sat down and leaned back against the headboard, his face marked by worry. “There’s no need for concern anymore. What about you? The doctor rmended you rest more.”


    Before Katelyn could reply, ament from Jaxen left them both feeling awkward.


    “Hang on! Can’t you two just think about how I feel? Showing your affection like that in front of me?” Jaxen rubbed his chin, lost in thought.


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    Taken alone, Vincent’s words seemed normal.


    But the vibe in the air made them feel different, as if he was unting their rtionship.


    Jaxen couldn’t help but think of Alfy, of how nice it would be to have her by his side.<fnad64> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fnad64>


    Vincent’s eyes narrowed, cutting through the moment with a cold stare.


    “Enough of this nonsense.


    ‘ Jaxen immediately mped his mouth shut, pretending to zip his lips shut with an exaggerated motion.


    Katelyn shifted ufortably, hesitant to meet Vincent’s gaze.


    She took a small breath and collected herself.


    “The nurse has already exined what happened that day,” she said, her voice steady but soft with gratitude.


    “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me,” she added.


    If Vincent hadn’t stepped in to save her, Katelyn knew she might not have made it out alive.


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