Vincent, however, looked anything but amused. His face darkened as he grabbed Katelyn’s wrist. His voice was low, almost commanding. “Come with me.”

Without giving her a chance to argue, he led her outside.

Khalid watched them leave, his smile deepening. Picking up his teacup, he took a slow sip, his voice carrying a note of amusement. “So, they still haven’t clearly confessed their feelings to each other? How rare.” Placing the cup down, he added with a smirk, “This is getting interesting.”

In a world where people freely expressed their feelings, Vincent and Katelyn’s restraint was almost extraordinary. Despite the deep emotions they harbored for each other, they managed to hold back, a rarity in today’s age.

In the car, tension filled the air. Vincent guided Katelyn into the passenger seat, his grip firm but not forceful.

Once seated, Katelyn rubbed her wrist, frowning slightly. “Mr. Adams, if you have something to say, just say it. There’s no need to—” Before she could finish, Vincent leaned in and kissed her.

Katelyn froze, her eyes wide in shock. The softness of his lips startled her, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Vincent murmured against her lips, “Stay focused.”

His kiss deepened, leaving Katelyn’s heart pounding wildly. The rush of emotions overwhelmed her, making her mind spin. Katelyn’s heart raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing in her chest. It felt as though Vincent’s actions had seized control of her thoughts, leaving her mind clouded and her body yielding.

This unfamiliar sensation washed over her, something she had never experienced before. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around Vincent’s neck, her response tentative but sincere. That single motion was all it took to unravel Vincent’s restraint. His passion surged, consuming them both. In that moment, it felt as though all the emotions Vincent had buried deep within him came rushing to the surface, raw and unrestrained. The intensity overwhelmed him, leaving him yearning for more of Katelyn.

The cramped space of the car seemed to heat up, and Katelyn could feel a faint sheen of sweat forming on her brow.

Minutes passed before Vincent finally pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. His voice was low and rough, filled with possessiveness. “Stay away from other men.”

Katelyn’s breath hitched. She was so close she could feel his heartbeat against hers.

Her voice was soft but firm. “He’s just a friend.”

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Vincent interrupted her, his tone unwavering, “He doesn’t see you as just a friend.”

Katelyn looked at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. “And you? You and I are just friends, aren’t we?”

But before she could say more, Vincent silenced her with another kiss. Vincent’s kissing skills were undeniably captivating. Though he had started off with a hint of haste, he quickly found a steady rhythm, drawing Katelyn deeper into the moment. With each passing second, his movements became smoother, more confident, as if he were mastering the art in real time.

Breathing deeply, Vincent pulled back slightly to look at her. His voice was low but deliberate. “Do you still think we’re just friends?”

Katelyn’s cheeks burned red, her heart racing. She avoided his intense gaze and asked instead, “You have successfully canceled your engagement with Ryanna?”

Vincent leaned closer, wrapping her in a firm embrace. His voice softened as he replied, “Yes. So, Miss Katelyn Bailey, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” His tone was steady, his expression serious.

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