The dog twisted in agony on the ground, letting out two sharp yelps before it silenced itself, no longer daring to bark.
The workers expressed their impatience, murmuring, “Let’s move back to keep watch on that woman. If she gets away, we’ll see no money for this.”
Katelyn felt a wave of confusion. Who were they watching?
Just as Katelyn thought to step out of Vincent’s hold, they heard footsteps approaching. Vincent had wisely chosen a spot next to steel pipes intended for the workshop, practically invisible from the outside.
Katelyn couldn’t bring herself to move. Yet, they were too close for comfort. His breath whispered across Katelyn’s ear, sending a faint, ticklish sensation that seemed to delve deep into her heart, causing her immense discomfort.
She remained in her formal dress, the delicate fabric letting her sense Vincent’s strong body pressed against hers, particularly where her softer curves met his sturdy chest. A mixed air of intimacy and awkwardness emerged between them.
Katelyn attempted to move back, hoping to lessen the discomfort of the moment, but her movement only caused Vincent to breathe more heavily. His arms encircled her waist tightly, like a sin.
The feeling of the bulge made Katelyn’s skin prick. Despite the intensifying proximity, they heard footsteps drawing closer; Katelyn had no choice but to bear it. If the situation persisted, it wasn’t just Vincent at risk of losing composure—she might as well. After all, there was no denying Vincent’s impressive build.
Suddenly, an annoyed voice shattered the tense atmosphere.
“Damn it, why come to such a secluded place?”
Katelyn stiffened. Was that Lise’s voice? Could the woman those men were guarding be…?
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Katelyn had anticipated Lise would take action, though not this swiftly.
Following Lise, a man said fawningly, “Miss Bailey, this location is extremely secluded. We’re unlikely to be disturbed.”
The vicinity, surrounded by small factories and bustling with the movement of people and vehicles, provided ideal cover.
Despite her discontent, Lise refrained from commenting further and proceeded toward the factory entrance.
Upon noticing Lise, the dog let out a soft whimper. Just as it seemed ready to bark, it was kicked again by the man beside Lise. Distressed, the dog paced in circles before settling down obediently.
The man respectfully motioned toward Lise, saying, “Miss Bailey, please, this way.”
Lise straightened her attire, crossed her arms, and walked confidently into the factory.
It was only then that Vincent loosened his hold on Katelyn. As soon as she was free, Katelyn quickly withdrew from Vincent’s embrace.
This man was dangerously overwhelming. She understood the necessity of their proximity, but the tension between them felt like a dam ready to burst.
As Katelyn stepped away, Vincent experienced a sudden emptiness, his fingers reflexively searching for her. Katelyn kept silent. She took Vincent’s hand and silently wrote on his palm, “Shall we go?”
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