Katelyn’s throat throbbed with a sudden, piercing pain. Oh no, this wasn’t good. A fishbone had lodged itself!
Katelyn hurriedly reached for the water bottle beside her. She drank a few big gulps, hoping to dislodge the fishbone, but it stayed stuck in her throat.
Vincent noticed her distress and looked at her with worry. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Katelyn winced, shaking her head in pain. She couldn’t speak because of the bone caught in her throat. Instead, she pointed at the fish on the table and then at her throat, trying to communicate.
Vincent instantly grasped what Katelyn was trying to say. “Stay still. I’ll grab some tweezers to get it out.”
Katelyn gave a weak nod, barely able to respond. How unlucky could she be today, getting a fishbone stuck in her throat while eating fish?
Vincent quickly contacted Samuel, who arrived shortly after carrying a medical kit with professional tweezers.
Katelyn rested against the sofa, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide. With a flashlight in one hand and tweezers in the other, Vincent leaned in to carefully inspect her throat.
Their faces were so close that the moment carried an unexpected air of intimacy. From another angle, Vincent’s posture even carried a hint of playful charm.
Katelyn’s eyes widened as she stared at him, her body instinctively stiffening. She couldn’t help but notice the faint blend of Vincent’s signature cologne and the lingering tobacco scent on his fingertips.
Vincent had smoked for years, but he never relied on nicotine. The black sweater he wore clung to his toned body, and Katelyn found herself swallowing, unable to look away. Her mouth remained open too long, and she could feel the saliva start to gather.
Vincent examined her throat closely before finally saying, “I got it.” With steady hands, he quickly and expertly removed the fishbone.
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Katelyn instinctively placed her hand on her throat, coughing a few times as the discomfort lingered. As the discomfort in her throat eased, she let out a shaky sigh and said with a touch of frustration, “That fishbone almost took me out!”
“This kind of fish is full of tiny bones. You should be more cautious next time,” Vincent said calmly while cleaning and sterilizing the tweezers. Then, he poured Katelyn a fresh glass of water with care.
The warmth of the water flowed down her throat, soothing the lingering irritation and leaving Katelyn feeling noticeably relieved.
“Thanks, Mr. Adams. You’ve saved me again,” she said with a playful grin.
Vincent stared at her for a moment, his eyes curious, and asked, “Have I rescued you so often that you’ve lost track?”
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