Katelyn hadn’t slept properly since she began her work. She didn’t argue. She was exhausted, and even the makeup couldn’t cover the dark circles beneath her eyes. She gave a quick nod, then shut her eyes, drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

Vincent kept an eye on her, noticing how her head slowly tilted toward the car door. He reached out just in time to support it, worried she might hit the window. Carefully, he guided her to rest her head on his shoulder.

Katelyn shifted to find a more comfortable position and curled closer to him.

Vincent’s gaze dropped to Katelyn, his eyes softening as they lingered on her, emotions quietly stirring inside him.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt. Katelyn’s body jerked forward, pushed by the sudden stop. Vincent reacted quickly, grabbing Katelyn and pulling her gently into his arms. Even so, Katelyn didn’t wake up. She simply shifted slightly and remained asleep.

Once Vincent was sure Katelyn hadn’t woken up, he ordered, “Drive carefully.” His voice was quiet, but there was a sharpness to it that Samuel could feel.

Samuel glanced at the rearview mirror and answered, “Understood.” He took a deep breath. Mr. Adams looked like he might snap at any second. Samuel was sure that, for a brief moment, Mr. Adams had wanted to rip his head off.

Knowing better, Samuel quickly forced his mind to focus on the road and drove in silence.

When they arrived, Samuel smoothly parked the car in the lot. Vincent made no move to wake Katelyn. Instead, he pulled out his phone and began going through some company documents.

At ten in the morning, Vincent set his phone aside, his attention turning to Katelyn. With a gentle voice, he called, “Katelyn, we’ve arrived.”

The moment had come; it was time to enter.

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Katelyn’s eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. She rubbed her forehead with her right hand, trying to shake off the grogginess as her mind slowly started to clear. Her left hand was propping her up, allowing her to sit up straighter. A gentle groan escaped Vincent’s lips. Confused, Katelyn instinctively squeezed her left hand tighter.

Vincent’s breath hitched, and he quickly said, “You can get up now!” His voice, sharp and cold, broke through the fog in Katelyn’s mind, jolting her into full awareness.

Katelyn straightened up immediately. It took her a moment to realize what she had just grabbed. Heat rushed to Katelyn’s face, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Flustered, she stammered, “Sorry, Mr. Adams. I didn’t mean to.”

The embarrassment hit Katelyn hard, and she wished she could vanish on the spot. She had never felt so embarrassed.

Vincent’s expression hardened as he calmly said, “If you did that on purpose, we’d have a problem.”

He straightened his clothes where Katelyn had rested, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling rising within him. He then opened the car door and stepped out. As he moved, Vincent’s usually calm demeanor seemed to slip. The man who could face any situation without a hint of panic now looked slightly unsettled.

But Katelyn didn’t notice any of this. Her mind was still reeling from what had just occurred. How could she have fallen asleep resting on Vincent? She had even grabbed his…

The thought of it made her cringe, and she couldn’t bear to think about it again. Yet, the feeling on her hand refused to fade, and before she knew it, Katelyn found herself squeezing it once more.

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