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    Vincent nodded slightly, leaning back against the headboard. “Whatever you say.”


    His eyes studied the eerie mask that covered the doctor’s face. After a moment, he broke the silence, his voice thoughtful. “Where were youst night? Katelyn said you had an emergency.”


    Katelyn dismissed it with a simple shrug, her words light. “Something came up at home.”


    As Hades, she kept her distance, avoiding too much interaction with Vincent. He was too observant, and she knew he could easily pick up on things that weren’t meant to be noticed.


    Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion shing across his face. His fingers drummed lightly on his knee.<fn9c5c> Official source is F?nd-Novel</fn9c5c>


    “Can you get Katelyn? I need to talk to her.”


    For a brief moment, Katelyn felt exposed, as if Vincent could see right through her. His steady, piercing gaze seemed to reach into her, making her feel vulnerable, like he could unravel her with a single look.


    Katelyn took a slow breath, forcing herself to calm down. She hadn’t let anything slip that could give her away. It was probably just her mind ying tricks.


    “She probably went home to rest,” Katelyn said, her voice a little too light, her excuseing out weaker than she intended. “I’ll look for herter. If you need to say something, I’ll pass it along.”


    Vincent’s eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of something unreadable shing across them. He leaned in a little, his voice still steady but with a hint of curiosity.


    “How long have you two been friends? You seem to know each other so well, almost like you’re twins. But Katelyn never mentioned you before.”


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    A brief sh of unease crossed Katelyn’s eyes, but she quickly hid it behind a calm expression.


    “I prefer to stay out of the spotlight. I asked her not to tell anyone about me. Didn’t want to make thingsplicated for her. I’ve been living in another city until recently.”


    The words came easily, the excuse well-rehearsed in her mind. There was no way he could prove otherwise.


    Vincent stared at her thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on her pale lips for a moment.


    “Your lips look a little off. Did you skip breakfast? I’ve got some choctes here—take one.” He opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a few pieces of chocte and setting them down in front of her.


    Katelyn was allergic to chocte. Vincent had found out by chance, recalling the time Katelyn had eaten chocte on an empty stomach and ended up with hives all over her skin. Everything else could be exined away, but this? The fact they shared the same allergy—was that really just a coincidence?


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