Vincent’s gaze softened, but his tone remained firm.

“Rest for now. Just make sure to tell me where you’re meeting Amy for dinner.”

The situation in Yata was still unstable, and Vincent needed to stay aware of Katelyn’s plans to ensure her safety.

Katelyn understood his unspoken concern. She gave him a small, reassuring smile.

“Understood.”

Vincent pulled her into one last embrace, his arms strong and steady, before turning and walking out of the room.

As the door closed, Katelyn couldn’t help but smile faintly to herself. She couldn’t help but notice how much things had changed between them. Their interactions now felt natural and effortless, a far cry from the stiffness and distance that had once defined their relationship. She welcomed this change and felt grateful for the way things were unfolding.

Katelyn turned toward the bathroom and caught sight of the faint marks Vincent had left on her skin the night before. She sighed softly, reaching for her concealer. With careful strokes, she blended the makeup over the traces. There was no way she could step out like this; it would be far too embarrassing.

Just as she finished, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw Amy’s name flashing. At the same moment, a knock echoed at the door.

Setting the concealer down, Katelyn walked over and opened the door, only to find Amy standing there, holding her phone.

Amy hung up and grinned at Katelyn.

“Gotcha! I finally tracked you down!”

Katelyn stepped aside to let Amy in, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Huh? This hotel isn’t exactly hard to find.”

Amy scratched her head awkwardly as she stepped inside, a sheepish smile on her face.

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“I’m not the best with directions,” she admitted. “This hotel is massive, and even though the driver dropped me off at the entrance, it still took me forever to find your room.”

Katelyn blinked, caught off guard. Amy was directionally challenged?

Suppressing a smile, Katelyn decided not to comment.

Instead, she turned to Amy and asked, “So, what do you feel like eating? I’ll take you somewhere nice tonight.”

Amy immediately shook her head, a concerned look in her eyes.

“No, let’s keep it simple. We can just eat here at the hotel.”

After all, Katelyn had been drugged the night before. She probably wasn’t fully recovered yet, and the last thing Amy wanted was to make her go out unnecessarily. She had come over mainly to check on Katelyn, not to drag her out for dinner.

Suddenly, Amy’s expression changed, as if something clicked. She looked at Katelyn, her eyes narrowing with concern.

“Miss Bailey, what’s that red mark on your neck? Are you hurt?” Amy asked, leaning in with a look of concern.

Katelyn froze for a moment. She must have forgotten to cover it with concealer.

Touching her neck lightly, she forced a faint smile. “Oh, it’s nothing. I must’ve bumped into something. Don’t worry about it.”

But deep down, she was fuming. This was all Vincent’s fault. He had absolutely no restraint. She used to think he was cold and distant, but that was clearly an illusion. In reality, he was full of desire when it came to her.

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