The flowerpot shattered at Katelyn’s feet.
Had it fallen just half an inch to the right, it would have struck Katelyn’s head. Vincent glanced up in surprise.
The bar was situated in the heart of downtown, with apartments starting on the fourth floor. On the fifth-floor balcony, a few flowerpots remained, but one had fallen.
Vincent’s expression darkened.
This was clearly no accident. The night breeze was mild—not strong enough to knock over a flowerpot.
He turned his gaze to Katelyn, who was tipsy and on the verge of drifting off, and steadied her.
Vincent pulled out his phone and called Samuel. “Come over and check who lives on the fifth floor.”
“Got it, Mr. Adams,” Samuel replied immediately.
Vincent ended the call and guided Katelyn to the car parked by the road.
Katelyn, exhausted, could barely keep her eyes open. Once in the back seat, she settled comfortably against the chair. Unknowingly, she leaned against Vincent’s shoulder.
He let her sleep.
Vincent gently picked up the jacket from the seat next to him and draped it over Katelyn.
Seeing her flushed face made him feel a sense of helplessness.
She… would she ever…
g0ν.,
He stopped, inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes to relax.
Thirty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Katelyn’s apartment. Vincent glanced at her and gently said, “Katelyn, we’re home.”
Katelyn groggily opened her eyes. After a quick glance, she shut them again.
“Don’t disturb me. I just want to sleep a bit longer.”
She had been sipping a fruity wine, which seemed mild at first, but it had clearly taken its toll.
At first, the wine seemed mild, but it packed a punch. Gradually, Katelyn grew tipsy.
Vincent sighed, opened the car door, and gently lifted her out.
Katelyn, still confused, mumbled, “Huh… What’s happening?”
His voice was soft and calm as he looked ahead. “Nothing, just taking you home.”
She murmured something incomprehensible and drifted back to sleep.
Vincent frowned. He should have stopped her from drinking so much. Her home had a high-tech fingerprint lock.
Vincent placed her hand on the sensor, but after several tries, the lock kept rejecting the entry. On the fifth attempt, the lock flashed red and locked itself automatically.
He frowned, glancing at the keypad below before looking at Katelyn, but she was in no condition to respond.
With a sigh, he carefully lifted her back into the car.
Katelyn would be staying at his place tonight.
Vincent was gentle, treating her like a precious gem.
She slept soundly through the night, only stirring when the morning sun streamed through the curtains.
Katelyn slowly opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for the glass of water she always kept on the bedside table before going to bed.
But there was nothing there.
“Where’s my glass?” she muttered, now fully awake.
As her surroundings came into focus, the unfamiliar room and the gray blanket left her stunned. Where was she?
She glanced down and realized she was wearing pajamas that weren’t hers. Official source is find·novel·net
What had happened last night?
Hadn’t she been out drinking with Aimee?
The later part of her memory felt like an old movie, its key scenes missing.
Katelyn rubbed her temples, trying to recall the events. How much had she drunk? Had she really gotten that drunk?
Whose house was she in?
So many questions flooded her mind.
Then, she heard the sizzling sound of food being cooked.
Katelyn’s body stiffened.
The cooking sounds abruptly stopped, followed by footsteps approaching the bedroom. A wave of anxiety hit her, and Katelyn quickly hid behind the door.
She quietly counted in her head.
Three.
The footsteps drew nearer.
Two.
Katelyn swallowed hard.
One.
Just as she reached the final number, the door swung open.
Without thinking, Katelyn sprang out, wrapping her arms around the person’s neck.
She had once impressed her judo instructor with this move.
But this time felt different.
She had a tight grip around their neck, but her opponent broke free with ease.
In an instant, Katelyn was spun around and pinned to the floor.
.
.
.