Vincent’s door was equipped with an advanced video intercom system, allowing him to communicate with visitors and remotely unlock the door via his smartphone. He and Katelyn were currently in the kitchen, so Vincent used the phone’s camera to see who was at the door. To his relief, it was Jaxen.

He pressed the button to let him in.

Jaxen’s boisterous voice echoed throughout the room. “Vincent!”

Vincent calmly replied, “I’m in the kitchen!”

Following the sound, Jaxen quickly made his way to the kitchen. When he saw Katelyn there as well, he was momentarily surprised. “Katelyn, you’re here too.”

Katelyn gave a nonchalant nod, accustomed to Jaxen’s enthusiastic demeanor toward her. She knew that trying to tone him down was futile, so the best approach was to ignore his exuberance as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

After exchanging pleasantries with Katelyn, Jaxen turned his attention to Vincent, carefully taking in the situation. When he noticed Vincent wearing an apron, his eyes widened in astonishment. He was so shocked that he stood frozen for a moment.

Katelyn couldn’t resist looking at the source of his surprise. Her curiosity was piqued, and she smiled.

Vincent didn’t typically wear aprons at home, so they had picked one up during their trip to the grocery store. The apron, still in its packaging, concealed the design. Katelyn had casually chosen a pink one, only to discover when she opened it that it was adorned with a whimsical Hello Kitty motif.

The apron, meant for women, was now being worn by Vincent.

At 6.3 feet tall, Vincent, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, presented a striking contrast to the playful Hello Kitty apron.

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The sight was absurdly out of place, evoking a sense of hilarity. Katelyn had barely registered the apron on Vincent, as her attention was completely captured by Jaxen.

After a few seconds of silence, the room seemed to come back to life.

“Ha-ha!”

Jaxen burst into laughter.

He doubled over, clutching his stomach as laughter bubbled up, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Throughout the years he had known Vincent, he had never once seen him dressed in such an amusingly unconventional way. Fresh chapters posted on Find_Novel(.)net

If a photo of this were to be shared online, it would undoubtedly spark a lively discussion and generate a flurry of reactions.

Katelyn couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. She turned her head away, desperately trying not to look directly at Vincent. Even in such an absurdly comedic situation, Vincent remained undeniably handsome. His charm persisted despite the ridiculousness of the moment.

But the scene was too funny.

Vincent’s expression darkened as he glanced at the apron, his features twisting with a mixture of incredulity and exasperation.

“Is it really that funny?”

Jaxen was laughing so hard his stomach ached, making it impossible for him to speak coherently.

“I was under the impression you were resigning as CEO to pursue a career in cosplay!”

Vincent’s gaze turned icy.

He looked at Jaxen with a pointed stare and cautioned, “Is it truly that amusing?” His voice was cold now.

Jaxen, despite his desire to vehemently shake his head, found himself unable to control his body. He reluctantly nodded, still chuckling.

“It’s really amusing,” he admitted. He knew this image would be etched in his mind forever. During moments of frustration, it would surely resurface, providing a bittersweet reminder of this absurd moment.

Still laughing, Jaxen gave Katelyn an exuberant thumbs-up, his gesture full of playful camaraderie. It might very well have been Katelyn’s whimsical idea to have Vincent wear a pink apron—only she could inspire such a transformation in him.

Katelyn inhaled deeply, trying to stifle her laughter—a futile endeavor against the infectious hilarity of the moment.

She coughed delicately, deliberately avoiding Vincent’s gaze, fearing that a single glance would unleash another bout of uncontrollable laughter.

“This is entirely my fault. I should have picked a darker one for you. Let’s take it off immediately,” she said.

Jaxen swiftly wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes and rushed over to intervene, determined to stop them from acting on the idea.

“Don’t you see? Vincent actually rocks the color. Don’t be fooled by his physique; he has an undeniable flair for the dramatic.”

Vincent looked cold, but inside, he was seething.

His expression grew slightly irate, and his piercing gaze landed on Jaxen with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

“What did you just say?”

Jaxen instantly regained his composure, adopting a serious demeanor.

“Vincent, I genuinely believe you should experiment with more vibrant colors. I’m not joking—pink truly complements you. If you doubt me, ask Katelyn for confirmation.”

Katelyn was helpless.

The apron did seem to suit Vincent once she got used to the sight. Though it was slightly snug—almost as if an adult were wearing a child’s costume—it undeniably added a whimsical touch that somehow worked.

“It does suit you,” she finally admitted.

Vincent was momentarily taken aback but then stopped trying to remove the apron. His expression was a blend of incredulity and bemusement.

Jaxen widened his eyes in disbelief.

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