Katelyn realized she had carelessly tossed the earpiece into her pocket, rendering Jaxen’s shouts unheard. Consequently, he had no choice but to overhear their intimate chatter.
Katelyn came to a halt, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. It suddenly hit her that in her rush, she had only removed the earpiece and stuffed it into her pocket. She had been so caught up in the moment that she forgot to switch it off.
A blush crept across Katelyn’s cheeks, relieved that she hadn’t shared anything overly personal with Vincent.
Vincent noticed Katelyn’s flustered look and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Katelyn shot Vincent a sharp look, her eyes filled with irritation. Without another word, she pulled the earpiece from her pocket and switched it off. Then, with a frustrated sigh, she looked at him and said, “Jaxen heard everything we just said!” Her embarrassment was noticeable.
Vincent offered a reassuring smile. “Why worry? We’re just being ourselves. It’s on him if he listened in.”
Despite Vincent’s reassurance, Katelyn cringed at the thought of someone listening to her flirtations, finding it uncomfortable regardless. She sighed deeply, choosing…
Not to contest Vincent’s view, then turned her attention to the passing scenery outside the car window.
This minor episode surprisingly lightened Katelyn’s previously somber mood. She knew she had to take a moment to carefully consider her next move. Katelyn understood that this wasn’t something to be rushed. She needed to weigh her options carefully.
Vincent respected Katelyn’s silence as she looked out the window, realizing she was distressed. In an attempt to ease the atmosphere, he switched on some music, letting the soft tunes fill the car.
They continued their journey in quiet until they reached home an hour later.
However, upon entering, Katelyn immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The moment Katelyn stepped inside, the air hit her—thick and icy, like a weight pressing down on her chest. The house felt off, and she couldn’t shake the unease creeping up her spine.
Her brow furrowed as a knot of worry tightened in her stomach. Did something happen here? she wondered, her gaze darting around the room for answers.
Katelyn’s eyes then snapped to Vincent, her voice sharp with concern. “What’s going on?” she demanded. “Something feels… off.”
Vincent shook his head, his expression mirroring her unease. He could feel it too—the heavy, unsettling tension hanging in the air.
Without another word, Katelyn turned and headed upstairs, her footsteps echoing in the eerie silence.
Ashlyn had returned home earlier that day. Did something happen after she got back? Katelyn wondered, her mind racing. A knot of unease tightened in her chest. With Sophia in the house, trouble could erupt at any moment.
Yet, the guards monitoring the house hadn’t reported anything. The mystery only deepened, leaving Katelyn more bewildered than ever. As she reached the second floor, she spotted Khalid stepping out of his room down the hallway.
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