The situation shifted dramatically in the blink of an eye, transforming so quickly that the entire scenario was irreversibly altered.

Katelyn’s hands were tightly restrained behind her, leaving her unable to even see the figure who held her captive. Clenching her jaw in defiance, she demanded, “Who are you?”

Suddenly, the firm grip on her disappeared without warning.

Seizing the moment, Katelyn whirled around with precision and unleashed a powerful sweeping kick. No matter who this person was, they were undoubtedly going to pay for this.

To her astonishment, the person easily evaded her attack once again.

Without a second’s hesitation, Katelyn threw a swift hook punch, aimed squarely at the person’s jaw. Her punch, slicing through the air with formidable force, was abruptly intercepted by a commanding hand.

Vincent regarded her with a hint of mild exasperation. “Is this your morning exercise routine?”

A flicker of astonishment crossed Katelyn’s face. Her pupils dilated in disbelief as she looked up at the person.

Vincent? How could it be him? And her clothes…

Could this be Vincent’s home?

Every emotion was clearly reflected on her face, and a vivid flush of crimson spread across her otherwise pale cheeks.

Vincent’s gaze was a perplexing mix of bemusement and helplessness, caught somewhere between mild frustration and quiet amusement.

It seemed she had completely misinterpreted the situation. Lowering his hand, Vincent softly explained, “This is my residence. The fingerprint lock on your door malfunctioned, and I was unable to let you in.”

Katelyn’s ears flushed a soft pink as she stammered, “Then… my clothes?”

“It was my housekeeper who changed you. You overindulged in alcohol last night and ended up throwing up on yourself.”

Vincent explained with a gentle, reassuring tone, feigning ignorance of Katelyn’s deep embarrassment. He remained nonchalant, aware that her drunken episode this time was significantly less severe than before. She hadn’t sought refuge under a tree, claiming to be a mushroom, nor had she thrown herself at him. Instead, she had simply succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

Katelyn clutched the hem of her clothes, overwhelmed by embarrassment to the point where she wished she could simply disappear. Her eyes drifted to the charming cartoon print on her pajamas, a subtle hint of contemplation flickering in her gaze.

How could Vincent possibly have women’s pajamas in his residence? Had other women stayed here before?

For some inexplicable reason, the thought surged into Katelyn’s mind, bringing with it a swell of bitterness that rose ominously in her chest. Even though she knew, with Ryanna absent from the equation, other women would inevitably come into Vincent’s life in the future.

“Go wash up and have breakfast,” Vincent said softly, stepping forward. But when he noticed that Katelyn had remained rooted to her spot, he glanced at her pajamas and instantly understood the situation.

“I instructed the housekeeper to get those pajamas for you. The tag was removed just yesterday,” he said. Katelyn’s head snapped up, her mouth falling open in astonishment. Was Vincent able to read her mind? How did he always seem to know exactly what she was thinking?

A flicker of tenderness gleamed in Vincent’s dark eyes.

“Let’s go have breakfast first.”

“Okay.” Katelyn quickly followed behind Vincent. His home was a three-story duplex villa, decorated mainly in shades of black, white, and gray. The timeless and intricately textured design mirrored his strong aesthetic sensibilities, much like the ones evident in his office.

After Katelyn washed up, she sat at the dining table, staring at the breakfast spread before her.

There were sandwiches, milk, and eggs—nothing extravagant. As Katelyn took a bite of her sandwich, she focused her gaze on Vincent, seated across from her. There was an ineffable elegance in each of his movements. Even while eating, he exuded a charisma that was effortlessly captivating.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Katelyn found herself unable to resist her curiosity. “Mr. Adams, can you read minds? It seems like you always know what I’m thinking, even before I say anything.”

There had been countless occasions when she had silently wondered about something, only for Vincent to answer her question before she could even voice it.

Vincent’s lips curled into a playful smile as he responded with a teasing tone, “What do you think?”

Katelyn’s expression grew thoughtful. How could he know her so well? If she knew the answer, there would be no need to ask.

The amusement in Vincent’s eyes deepened. He had an extraordinary ability to conceal his emotions. Regardless of what he felt, it remained hidden, buried in the depths of his enigmatic gaze. It was rare for him to show any overt display of emotion.

“Perhaps I’ve spent enough time observing you to make educated guesses,” he suggested.

Katelyn nodded slowly, then tilted her head in confusion. “Then why can’t I guess your thoughts?”

“Perhaps you haven’t yet fully understood me,” Vincent replied gently, subtly steering the conversation in a different direction. “Let’s focus on eating. The milk is getting cold.”

“Okay.”

Katelyn finished her breakfast and, with a gracious smile, offered to wash the dishes. As she walked past the bathroom, she noticed her clothes—freshly laundered. Vincent hadn’t scolded her for her inebriation. Instead, he had kindly escorted her back and prepared a generous breakfast for her.

His extraordinary care left Katelyn feeling uncertain about how to adequately repay him. As she washed the dishes, her mind was consumed with these thoughts.

Abruptly, her hands faltered, causing the ketchup bottle to topple off the counter and spill everywhere, even staining her pajamas. Flecks of ketchup dotted the white walls as well. Katelyn felt a surge of frustration overwhelm her, like a storm crashing down.

Hearing the commotion, Vincent quickly entered the room. His gaze fell on her stained pajamas, and Katelyn scolded herself internally. “Mr. Adams, I didn’t mean for this to happen! I’ll clean up the mess right away.” This text is hosted at f?ndnovel.net

However, Vincent seemed completely unbothered. He spoke calmly, “You should go take a shower. I’ll handle this.”

“Alright,” Katelyn replied, hesitating for a moment before stepping into the bathroom.

Just then, the doorbell rang, cutting through the tension.

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