The woman’s loud shout quickly gathered a crowd. People rushed over, straining to see what was happening. Phones were whipped out, flashes lighting up the scene as the crowd buzzed with excitement. When they realized who the couple was, the energy shifted, becoming even more electric.

“Wait, is that Katelyn and Vincent?”

“I’ve been following them online forever! It’s crazy to see them in person. They look even more stunning together!”

“They’re just grocery shopping! Do you think they’ve moved in together? Are they about to make an announcement?”

“I really hope they last. They’re perfect for each other!”

The noise grew louder, and more phones were aimed at Katelyn and Vincent, capturing every moment. Feeling the weight of so many eyes on her, Katelyn quickly raised her hand to shield her face from the relentless flashes.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that a simple grocery run would turn into this—being recognized and swarmed like a celebrity, even in such a mundane moment.

Vincent stepped in front of Katelyn, his intense gaze silencing the excited crowd in an instant.

“You can take your pictures,” he said, his voice steady but firm, “but if any rumors start, we will take legal action.” His words cut through the noise, making those nearby fidget, as if a chill ran through the air.

A nervous fan spoke up.

“I promise, Mr. Adams, this is just for me! I won’t share it anywhere.”

Vincent nodded briefly, but the tension didn’t ease. His presence alone kept the crowd in check.

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Katelyn gently tugged at his sleeve, a soft but clear signal that it was time to go now that they had been recognized. He understood immediately.

Grabbing the shopping cart, he headed to the checkout. After paying, they wasted no time, driving straight back to the villa, leaving the chaos behind.

Katelyn couldn’t shake the memory of the eager crowd. She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to calm the flutter of nerves inside her.

Although she had led fan meetings as Iris before, those events were always carefully managed, with security ensuring everything went smoothly. This time, however, was different. The excitement from the crowd back at the grocery store felt overwhelming, as if they could rush her at any moment.

Sighing, she said, “I’m starting to see how tough celebrity life can be. It feels like fans can approach you anywhere.” Vincent nodded, looking thoughtful. “Every job has its challenges. Being in the spotlight means taking the good with the bad.”

Soon enough, the car pulled up in front of Vincent’s place. Katelyn opened the trunk, and they lifted out a few bags together, heading inside. They hadn’t bought much in their hurry, but it was enough for a simple meal. She tossed the fresh vegetables into the sink.

She immediately turned to Vincent, her eyes bright with excitement. “Is there a dish you’d like to make? I can whip up some delicious everyday meals.”

Vincent hadn’t spent much time in the kitchen before Katelyn came along. His cooking skills were pretty basic — he could only manage simple things like scrambled eggs. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he focused on her.

“What’s your favorite dish?”

“Me? Pork ribs,” Katelyn answered without hesitation, her excitement shining through. It was a dish she loved.

Vincent’s face lit up with a grin. “Then let’s make pork ribs together!”

He remembered Jaxen’s advice: “To win a woman’s heart, you first have to win her stomach.”

Katelyn blinked, surprised by his enthusiastic reply. Was Vincent really interested in her preferences and wanting to learn this dish just for her? Or was she reading too much into it?

Did he mean what he said?

A flurry of thoughts raced through Katelyn’s mind, warming her cheeks and making her ears tingle. She coughed softly, trying to mask the tension building inside her.

“This dish is pretty involved. Maybe it’s better to start with something simpler,” she said, keeping her tone steady.

Vincent flashed a determined look. “I want to learn this dish.”

Katelyn felt her cheeks flush deeper. Quickly, she looked away, avoiding his intense stare. Inside, a wave of frustration washed over her as she scolded herself. Vincent just wanted to learn how to cook—why was she complicating things?

Her past relationship had taught her that unrealistic expectations often led to disappointment. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her racing thoughts.

“Okay, since you’re eager to learn, I’ll guide you through it step by step. First, get the ingredients, and then put on an apron.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

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