Katelyn leaned back in her chair with a gentle sigh and nodded. “Oh, it’s too many to count. Honestly, I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

Vincent’s gaze grew distant, his eyes taking on a mysterious, thoughtful look. He asked carefully, “I remember an old saying about repaying someone who saves your life. Do you know what comes next?”

“To marry them as a sign of gratitude,” Katelyn blurted out without thinking, momentarily stunned.

The words hung in the air as Katelyn stared at Vincent, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. This was the first time Vincent had ever said anything like that. What could he possibly mean by it? Was he trying to suggest something? But then, there was still his engagement with Ryanna to consider. Katelyn couldn’t bring herself to cross that moral boundary and become the other woman.

A subtle smile played at the corners of Vincent’s eyes. Normally, his face was unreadable, his dark eyes often showing a trace of seriousness. When he smiled, it was as if winter was melting into spring, a breath of fresh air that warmed the soul.

Vincent’s lips curved into a casual smile as he said, “There’s no need to rush with repaying the favor though. Let me settle the engagement first.”

Jaxen had frequently shared his views on love with Vincent. “When you find someone you’re drawn to, don’t wait around. Use any means necessary to keep them close. If you don’t, you’ll regret it forever.”

Of everything Jaxen had said, only this particular line stuck with Vincent. But when it came to Ryanna… A fleeting darkness flashed in Vincent’s eyes. Each time he brought up the idea of ending the engagement, Ryanna rejected it, reminding him of their agreed-upon one-year timeline. Vincent knew he couldn’t wait that long. To make up for her side of things, he decided to offer a lavish gift of military supplies to smooth things over.

Katelyn’s eyes reflected a mix of emotions. In that instant, she found herself unable to fully understand what Vincent had in mind. When she broke down his words, they seemed to carry the weight of a promise.

C?ntent ?riginally fr?m g?l?ν?

What could Vincent possibly be planning? Was he thinking of sorting out their situation once he dealt with Ryanna? Katelyn’s heart raced, caught in a storm of emotions, yet she couldn’t ignore the sudden flutter of her pulse. She found herself at a loss for words.

“Mr. Adams…” Just as Katelyn was about to finish speaking, Vincent cut her off.

With a firm voice, Vincent said, “There are things you don’t need to worry about. I’ll take care of anything that comes up.”

Katelyn felt even more confused than before. What did he mean when he said he didn’t need her to handle it? And what exactly did he mean by taking care of anything that came up?

The first statement came across as a promise, while the second felt more like a love confession. Did Vincent even know what he was talking about?

While Katelyn was still trying to figure it out, her phone rang unexpectedly with a loud and urgent tone.

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