Katelyn, puzzled, settled into the back seat and watched Vincent.
“Am I going alone?”
She had assumed Vincent would be driving her, yet the car remained unmoving.
Vincent responded with a cold tone, “Am I supposed to be your chauffeur?”
A strange feeling began to stir within Katelyn, filling her with discomfort. She quietly opened the car door, saying, “I’ll just take a taxi.”
But as she stepped out, Vincent’s hand reached out, grasping her arm through the gap in the seat. He let out a soft sigh.
“Sit in the front.”
Katelyn paused, slightly taken aback, her thoughts scrambling to catch up. Was this his way of saying he would indeed drive her, just not from the back seat?
Her unease quickly dissolved. A gentle smile formed on her lips as she replied, “Okay.”
Vincent let go of her hand. Katelyn walked around the car, climbed into the front passenger seat, and shut the door. Vincent turned to Katelyn, his voice low.
“Are you hungry?” Katelyn shook her head, denying it.
However, just then, her stomach betrayed her with a growl. Flushed with embarrassment, Katelyn looked away.
Vincent, typically composed, allowed a faint smile to cross his face.
In the next moment, Vincent moved closer to Katelyn, their breaths mingling in the air between them.
Katelyn felt a surge of unease, and without thinking, she kept her distance. Their closeness was too much; she could even smell the freshness around Vincent’s neck. It felt far too intimate.
Her mind went blank, and she stuttered, “Mr. Adams…” Her heart raced wildly, an unfamiliar feeling that left her uneasy and unsettled.
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Then, suddenly, the sharp click of a seatbelt buckle broke the silence.
A flush spread across Katelyn’s cheeks. What had she been thinking?
Vincent offered a gentle smile and murmured, “Buckle up, let’s get going.”
He straightened up, and with his change in posture, the distinct aura of Vincent seemed to disappear. Katelyn, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, felt a wave of tension and instinctively clenched her hands at her sides.
She turned to gaze out the window, avoiding Vincent’s gaze. For a brief moment, she imagined Vincent might kiss her. Katelyn’s brow furrowed deeply. He was engaged; he couldn’t allow himself to have such thoughts.
Vincent caught Katelyn looking away, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, but he remained silent. Thirty minutes later, they reached the hospital.
Nestled between the mountains and a serene lake, this hospital provided both therapy and medical care, creating the perfect setting for rest and recovery. It was an ideal retreat for those seeking to heal or retire.
Together, Katelyn and Vincent entered the ward.
The room featured a warm, solid wood design, with a beautifully crafted wooden coffee table and sofa. Soft cream-colored curtains and a matching carpet added a touch of elegance to the space. The space seemed less like a hospital and more like a room in a peaceful resort.
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