His words brought her comfort, and she couldn’t help but feel a deeper sense of gratitude. She looked up at him, nodding, her voice soft. “Okay.”
They said nothing more, simply holding each other, savoring the warmth that seemed to seep from their embrace. This shared warmth instantly banished the chill from their hearts. The world teemed with malevolence. So few people could provide them genuine warmth, making this embrace all the more precious.
Vincent leaned his head against Katelyn’s shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper. “Katelyn, when all of this is over… will you marry me?”
Katelyn froze momentarily. Clearly, Vincent’s question had caught her off guard. Her thoughts spun, imagining the day she would marry Vincent, and her cheeks flushed with warmth.
“Yes,” she whispered, the word escaping softly.
Instantly, Vincent’s arms tightened around her, as if trying to hold onto the moment.
But just then… someone knocked on the car window.
They both peered out of the window. A stranger’s face appeared, and Katelyn and Vincent exchanged a quick glance. Almost instinctively, she ducked beneath the car seat.
Only then did Vincent lower the window, his voice frigid. “What is it?”
A man with a slightly pudgy face stood there, projecting friendliness despite the scrutiny in his eyes. “Sir, you can’t park here, or you’ll get a ticket,” he stated. His gaze probed the car interior, confirming no other passengers besides the driver.
The weariness on Vincent’s face was evident—stubble shadowed his jaw, a clear sign of the exhaustion that had consumed him in recent days.
Vincent fixed the man with an icy stare, said nothing, and promptly closed the window.
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The man glowered at the sealed window and frowned. “What’s the big deal? Rich people are all so arrogant,” he muttered, before spitting on the ground and walking off.
Both Katelyn and Vincent knew the man was likely sent by the T Organization.
Once the man was out of sight, Vincent spoke softly. “He’s gone.”
Only then did Katelyn emerge from beneath the seat. The cramped position had nearly immobilized her body. She stretched her limbs, finally finding some relief.
Vincent reached over and gently rubbed her sore joints. “Looks like the T Organization isn’t giving up.”
Katelyn nodded. “Yes, but that’s normal. At least for now, they won’t let go so easily.”
After all, her “death” had occurred too suddenly. The T Organization needed repeated confirmation until they could dispel their final doubts.
Vincent studied her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.
The retreating car. Though it had disappeared, countless eyes likely watched from the shadows. He wasted no more time. Starting the engine, he drove away.
Alfy remained at home, her eyes swollen from endless tears. She gazed at Bernie, sitting in the study, and continued sobbing. “Uncle Bernie, please let me go. I want to see Katelyn one last time.”
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