Katelyn believed she’d got this, yet she had once again overlooked one important detail—her opponent was Vincent.

In a flash, Vincent’s hand shot up and caught her ankle. His unshakable stance kept him firmly grounded, making it impossible for Katelyn to use gravity against him.

Just like that, the tables turned.

Vincent yanked Katelyn down with force.

Caught off guard and with no support, Katelyn stumbled. Just before she crashed to the floor, something soft suddenly cushioned her fall.

Katelyn tumbled straight into Vincent’s arms.

Her living room had carpeting, but it wasn’t the kind that covered every inch of the floor.

She ended up at the very edge of the carpet, and if she had fallen to the floor, she would have hurt herself badly. Luckily, Vincent caught her just in time, softening the fall.

Their bodies were so close, with only Katelyn’s sweater and Vincent’s shirt keeping them apart.

The world around them seemed to stop, and Katelyn could feel her heartbeat quickening, echoing like a drum. A gentle trace of Vincent’s cologne reached her nose. His scent lingered faintly, only noticeable when she was close to him. Their gazes locked.

His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to hold a quiet mystery. His pupils, clear and wide, carried an expression of confusion, as if he were a deer frozen in headlights.

“Are you alright?” Vincent’s voice was gentle, laced with worry for Katelyn.

Although she had landed on him, he felt no pain or discomfort.

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In truth, he found the closeness strangely pleasant.

Katelyn’s cheeks flushed. She placed her hands on Vincent’s shoulders to lift herself up.

“Sorry, Mr. Adams. I didn’t mean to,” she said quickly, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

It wasn’t until Katelyn tried to stand that she understood just how close they had been.

At first glance, it might have seemed like Katelyn had tackled Vincent.

The light above them caught his eyes, making them shine like distant stars.

He was usually good at hiding his feelings, but a small smile now tugged at his lips.

“It’s fine,” he said.

Katelyn’s face grew even redder.

In a hurry, she pushed herself off Vincent, mentally berating herself for being so careless. What had made her challenge Vincent to such an impulsive competition?

Her master had often said that a strong drive to succeed could be a great asset, but too much of it could lead to trouble.

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