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    Katelyn found herself captivated by every moment with Vincent, every sensation, every touch.


    By the time they finished, night had fully imed the world around them.


    Half-asleep, Katelyn’s eyes fluttered open. Only then did Vincent carry her back to the vi. As he stepped from the car with her in his arms, he spotted Sophia sitting on the garden swing.


    Sophia nced at Katelyn, nestled against Vincent. Being worldly enough, she immediately understood what had transpired between them.


    Sophia was momentarily speechless. Were the two really that bold? She rolled her eyes before saying, “Could you show some restraint? I still live here, you know.”


    Katelyn leanedzily against Vincent’s chest, meeting Sophia’s gaze through heavy-lidded eyes. “I didn’t invite you to watch. Besides, why are you sitting out here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?” She and Vincent were now partners. What was wrong with their intimacy?


    Vincent nced at Sophia, then said to Katelyn in a calm voice, “Well, she doesn’t have a man. You should try to understand.”


    Katelyn couldn’t help butugh.


    The remark struck Sophia’s pride like an arrow finding its mark. Unfortunately for her, no matter how fiercely she red, Vincent remained utterly unfazed.


    Rolling her eyes at Vincent, she scoffed, “What’s so special about that? Let’s see if you can stay together forever.”


    Vincent didn’t bother to respond. He simply carried Katelyn upstairs. Sophia watched them disappear, let out a coldugh, and retreated to her room in the back garden.


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    Katelyn watched Sophia vanish into the darkness and asked curiously, “Has she been up to anythingtely?”


    Sophia had been behaving with unusual obedience. That didn’t seem like her style.


    Vincent answered casually, “Maybe because you haven’t addressed her condition yet, and she doesn’t know what you’re nning. That’s why she’s afraid to act rashly.”


    At that moment, understanding dawned on Katelyn. She turned to Vincent and said, “Looks like I need to make the first move.”


    Simply waiting wouldn’t work.


    Vincent carried Katelyn into the room with tender care. He gently pinched her nose and said in a low voice, rich with affection, “Go wash up first. We’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.”


    Tonight had been a symphony of passion that left them both beautifully spent. She certainlycked the strength to make arrangements.


    Katelyn acknowledged the pleasant weakness flowing through her limbs. Otherwise, pride would never have allowed him to carry her this far.


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