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    Samuel’s expression twitched. Should he even be witnessing this? Vincent and Katelyn had never been shy about their rtionship, but this level of intimacy… Samuel suddenly wished he were anywhere else.


    Vincent didn’t move away. He simply met Katelyn’s gaze, raising an eyebrow. “How about youe with me?”


    Katelyn let go of his chin, pushing it back lightly. She said with a scoff, “Forget it. I don’t want to ruin anything.”


    She was only teasing. There was no way she’d risk sabotaging everything they had worked so hard to achieve.


    Vincent’s lips curled slightly. He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You can be sure of one thing—I’m yours. Forever.”


    Samuel’s gaze flickered between Vincent and Katelyn before he quickly lowered his head. With measured politeness, he said, “Mr. Adams, Miss Bailey, I’ll just excuse myself.”


    Katelyn arched a brow, her gaze settling on him. “Samuel, you’re—leaving? You should stay. I have other matters to attend to.” With that, she leaned down, pressed her lips against Vincent’s, and departed.


    Vincent’s eyes followed Katelyn’s retreating figure, the smile on his striking face deepening. Only when Katelyn disappeared into the house did he quietly say, “Let’s go meet Princess Ryanna.”


    Samuel wiped the sweat from his brow and replied, “Okay!” Atst, this awkward ordeal was over.


    An hourter, Vincent arrived at the vi where he and Katelyn had once stayed.


    Ryanna sat waiting in the vi’s pavilion. She had clearly been expecting him. The moment he stepped through the entrance, her gaze lifted.


    Ryanna wore a delicate short skirt, her makeup more refined than usual, with a hint of radiance entuating her features.


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    A faint smile yed on her lips as she spotted Vincent. “Mr. Adams,” she said softly.


    Vincent barely spared her a nce. “Princess Ryanna, what do you need from me?” His tone was cool, indifferent. He skipped pleasantries, cutting straight to the point.


    Ryanna immediately sensed his distance, a clear signal that he wanted to keep things formal. She instantly realized that now was probably not the opportune moment for personal feelings.


    To some extent, she could ept that. After all, Katelyn had just died. Butter, when the weight of her death faded, circumstances would likely change.


    Ryanna steadied herself, a trace of sadness threading through her voice as she met Vincent’s eyes. “Mr. Adams, I’m sorry for your loss. Katelyn, she…” Her voice hitched, thick with emotion. It appeared as though she, too, grieved for Katelyn’s passing.


    Whether her grief was real or not, Vincent didn’t care. His response was firm, unyielding. “She’s not gone. She’ll always be with me.”


    Like a man unwilling to let go, he refused to acknowledge that his beloved had passed.


    Ryanna was startled. She had expected overwhelming grief, maybe even a forced disy ofposure, but not this—Vincent denying Katelyn’s death outright.


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