Katelyn turned to him without thinking, meeting his gaze. His eyes were no longer distant but warm, filled with an affection that made her feel, just for a moment, a little lighter. The coldness that had once been in his eyes had melted away, replaced by something softer—tenderness, maybe, mixed with a kind of longing that Katelyn couldn’t name.

“I’m not really hungry. I just feel… stuck. Like nothing is going the way it should,” Katelyn said, the crease in her brow deepening. It had been hard enough to trace everything back to Elora, but now she was dealing with something far worse—a split personality. If Austen could truly keep his promise to keep Elora in line, maybe that would be enough. But what if he couldn’t?

Katelyn would rather take on all the trouble herself than see Carol hurt again.

“In times like these, it helps to slow down and clear your mind before making any decisions,” Vincent said, glancing at his wristwatch. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

“It’ll help.”

This time, Katelyn didn’t argue. She simply nodded, following his lead. But just as they were about to leave, a motorcycle roared toward them.

The impact of the heavy motorcycle hit with the same force as a car crash, especially since the rider was fully equipped with protective gear and a helmet. The engine roared as it sped toward Katelyn and Vincent without hesitation. Katelyn’s eyes snapped wide open, her pupils shrinking in alarm.

What kind of person would be reckless enough to try and end their lives in broad daylight?

Vincent reacted quickly, his face turning grim as he grabbed Katelyn’s wrist. “Get out of the way!” he yelled as the motorcycle came rushing straight at them. He didn’t waste a second, shoving Katelyn out of harm’s way and putting himself in the line of danger. Original content can be found at find·novel·net

Katelyn’s face froze in shock, her eyes wide. As the motorcycle closed in, she screamed frantically, “Vincent!” The idea of a speeding motorcycle slamming into a person was a horrifying thought. The outcome could have been devastating.

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Yet, Katelyn’s greatest fears didn’t turn into reality. The motorcycle came to a sudden halt, narrowly avoiding Vincent. Beneath the helmet, Langston’s lips twisted into a smirk as he said with dripping sarcasm, “Such a touching love story!”

Katelyn quickly moved back to Vincent, her ears catching the familiar voice. “So it’s you,” she muttered, recognizing him immediately.

Langston halted the motorcycle and then removed his helmet, exposing a youthful, almost angelic face. His eyes glinted with mockery as he sneered. “Risking your life for someone else? You’re acting like you’re the lead in some cheesy soap opera.”

Vincent’s stare turned cold, his eyes locking onto Langston’s with undeniable intensity. He moved toward Langston and, without a second thought, drove his fist into his face with full force.

A palpable tension surrounded Vincent, as if the air itself carried a deadly threat.

“You’re asking for trouble!” he growled, his voice low and threatening.

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