“It’s fine. A bit of movement will help with the pain.”

The closeness felt far too intimate. And that intimacy was not proper.

Vincent didn’t press further. He pulled his hand back and handed her the items he had just bought.

“Take these. Eat something, or you’ll end up with a stomachache.”

Katelyn continued to relax her neck, glancing at the two bags Vincent was holding.

Did he really go out just now to buy food for her?

A rush of emotions flooded her, but she found herself unable to turn him down. She took the food from him, her voice gentle as she said, “Thank you, Mr. Adams.”

Vincent’s gaze lingered on Katelyn, his eyes steady.

Vincent responded in a calm tone, “You’re welcome. We’ve arrived at your place.”

Katelyn turned her attention to the window. She could see they had indeed arrived at the entrance of her apartment complex. She took the items from him and, with a smile, said, “Thank you, Mr. Adams. Please drive safely.” Without another word, she stepped out of the car.

Vincent turned the key and started the engine. When he noticed Katelyn’s distant and detached attitude, his eyes narrowed, a chill settling in his gaze. He didn’t like how it made him feel. From that day forward, Katelyn kept her distance from Vincent.

He saw the change but said nothing about it.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the Adams Group grew heavy and cold. Every person in the office moved carefully, anxious about making any mistakes. Behind closed doors, the employees of Adams Group murmured in frustration. This went on for two whole weeks.

At last, two weeks later, the long-awaited day of Neil and Lise’s wedding arrived.

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Little did Lise know, the day would bring unexpected challenges.

Lise sat before the vanity mirror, her wedding gown shimmering around her. A rosy blush colored her cheeks, making her look all the more radiant. This moment, the one she had longed for, felt like it had taken a lifetime to arrive.

Suddenly, the door to the dressing room creaked open. Neil rolled in, seated in a wheelchair, his groom’s suit neatly pressed around him. Even in the chair, he exuded a powerful aura that couldn’t be ignored. His eyes locked with Lise’s, filled with nothing but love and tenderness.

Lise’s heart pounded in her chest. Today was the day. She was finally going to marry Neil.

“Neil,” she whispered, her voice full of affection.

Without a word, Neil reached beside his wheelchair and picked up a small velvet box. He extended it toward Lise.

“This is for you. Go ahead, open it.”

The stylists nearby couldn’t help but sneak a curious glance in their direction.

Lise carefully lifted the lid of the box. Inside, a set of antique jewelry gleamed, the large white diamonds catching the light. With the slightest movement, the diamonds sparkled, sending flashes of brilliance into the air. The worth of this jewelry was clear—it was priceless.

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