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    A flicker of pure astonishment shed in Vincent’s eyes. Katelyn’s hands covered his lips, her body leaning against his chest as she adopted a childlike demeanor.

    “I won’t hear it. I won’t hear it. I won’t hear it!”

    She kept repeating the same sentence over and over, leaving Vincent at a loss for words.

    She had demanded answers from him moments before, but now she refused to hear them.

    For a moment, Vincent stood bewildered, unsure how to respond to her sudden defiance. He kept his hand on her to steady her, his sigh betraying both exasperation and tenderness.

    “Alright, then I won’t answer.”

    Katelyn looked up at him, her eyes bright with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. Her lips pursed in frustration as she murmured, “Vincent, I feel so ufortable.”

    As she spoke, her fingers absentmindedly toyed with Vincent’s shirt again, fiddling with the tiny metal button that seemed annoyingly stubborn to undo. She wrestled with the button for what felt like an eternity, but it stayed put. Frustrated, she yanked it off with a decisive pull.

    Just as her fingers moved to the next button, Vincent’s hand closed around her wrist, holding her in ce. His dark eyes glinted with suppressed intensity, reaching out to her.

    He swallowed hard, his throat working as he kept his gaze fixed on her. His eyes never blinked.

    “Katelyn, you’re ying with fire now.”

    He knew the aphrodisiac was scrambling her thoughts, yet he struggled to keep his own desires in check as well. In the cramped back seat, their bodies were pressed so close that the summer heat and their thin clothes made every touch feel magnified. He could distinctly feel the curve of her body against him.

    Everything about the moment was pushing him to his limits.

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    Katelyn stared at him with a nk expression, her eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and uncertainty. “Vincent…” she murmured, her voice soft.

    Katelyn’s voice, typically cold and distant, now carried a soft, sweet tone that tugged at Vincent’s heartstrings. Her voice floated like a tender blossom on a warm breeze, soothing and sweet.

    Vincent felt his heart melt under the weight of her gentle tone. He clenched his teeth, feeling a surge of helplessness, and turned to Samuel.

    “Drive faster.”

    Despite Katelyn being drugged and dazed, Vincent felt as though he was the one truly being tortured in that moment.

    “Yes, Mr. Adams.”

    Samuel pressed the elerator, reducing a trip that should have taken thirty minutes to barely fifteen. Vincent flung open the car door and scooped Katelyn into his arms, rushing her into the emergency room.

    Inside, as Katelyn was hooked up to an IV and gradually stabilized, Vincent’s tension eased into a sigh of relief.

    Samuel was right—if they had been anyter, the damage could have been irreversible.

    The doctor studied Katelyn closely, adjusting his sses as he turned to Vincent.

    “This is one of the most potent aphrodisiacs avable,” he said, his voice measured. “It’s not sold through legitimate channels, only on the ck market. If you’d arrived anyter, the consequences could have been dire.”

    Vincent nced at Katelyn, his gaze firm. “I understand.”

    The doctor gave a few final instructions before walking out of the room.

    Vincent retrieved the nearly empty spray bottle from his pocket, noting the small amount of liquid left inside. He handed the bottle to Samuel and issued a direct order.

    “Find out what’s in this, where it was purchased, and who the buyer is.”

    Though Lise had been the one to spray Katelyn’s face, Vincent was convinced there was someone else orchestrating this behind the scenes.

    The ck market was a tightly guarded world, inessible to ordinary people. It seemed nearly impossible for someone like Lise to have direct ess. With her background as a wealthy girl, it seemed unlikely she was involved in such underground transactions.

    Samuel carefully put the spray bottle away and nodded with resolve. “I’ll take care of it.”

    Vincent approached Katelyn’s bedside, his gaze fixed as he studied her face, worry etched on his features. In that tense moment, Katelyn’s voice broke through with a frantic plea.

    “No! Please, don’t leave me!”

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