The memory of her past defeat had pushed her to challenge him once more.

Without hesitation, she approached Vincent, took hold of his wrist, and pulled him to his feet.

Her eyes scanned his chest with care as she asked, “Mr. Adams, does anything hurt?”

It all happened so suddenly, and there was nothing to soften the blow for Vincent.

Although she was slim, she was still an adult, and landing on him would cause some pain.

Vincent reclined on the sofa, wincing as he pressed his chest.

“I do feel a bit of pain.”

A wave of anxiety hit Katelyn right away.

“We need to go to the hospital, then.”

Vincent unbuttoned two more buttons on his shirt, showing off his toned muscles.

“Can you take a look for me?”

Katelyn stepped closer, her face serious as she began to examine him carefully.

A red mark appeared on his chest where he had been hit. She gently placed her hand over his chest, focusing on the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Any lingering issues could cause serious trouble. She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t realize Vincent’s eyes were locked on her.

Katelyn’s fingers were light and delicate. As they brushed over his chest, it felt as though a feather were softly grazing his heart.

Vincent’s throat tightened, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down without him meaning to.

From where he sat, Vincent could see Katelyn’s long, curled lashes fluttering, delicate like the wings of a butterfly.

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Vincent couldn’t tear his eyes away as Katelyn’s hand gently traced over his torso.

When she finished, a deep sigh of relief escaped her.

“Everything seems alright. But if it still hurts tomorrow, you should visit the hospital.”

As Katelyn’s eyes drifted to the muscles right in front of her, her train of thought completely derailed. For a brief moment, her mind went blank.

disbelief, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

All she had intended was to make sure Vincent was okay, but she hadn’t realized how close their position felt. It was almost like they were a couple locked in an embrace. Without meaning to, Katelyn glanced up and noticed the faint curve of a smile playing on Vincent’s lips.

Could he be doing this on purpose?

Vincent slowly buttoned his shirt. His tone was casual as he said, “That’s good to hear. It’s getting late, though. You should rest. I’ll head out.”

Katelyn nodded quickly, not thinking twice.

She walked Vincent to the door and then slumped onto the sofa, her hands pressing against her face. How could she have done such a thing? She actually ran her hands all over him!

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