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

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

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

Sophia glanced 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 leaned lazily 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. There was nothing wrong with their intimacy.

Vincent glanced 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 but laugh.

The remark struck Sophia's pride. Unfortunately for her, no matter how fiercely she glared, 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 cold laugh, and retreated to her room in the back garden.

Katelyn watched Sophia vanish into the darkness and asked curiously, "Has she been up to anything lately?" 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 planning. 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 filled with passion that left them both beautifully spent. She certainly lacked the strength to make arrangements now.

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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