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    Katelyn nervously bit her lower lip, her eyes swimming with uncertainty. She remembered Lise’s behavior at the charity event after being drugged—how she lost control and attempted to undress Neil in public. Katelyn wondered if she might have behaved simrly towards Vincent.

    She paused, unsure whether to voice her concern. What if she had indeed acted inappropriately? If that were the case, it would surely be awkward for both her and Vincent.

    Katelyn’s emotions were visible on her face, prompting Vincent to furrow his brow.

    “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay?”

    Katelyn blinked, wrestling with her thoughts for a long while before she finally ventured the question.

    “Mr. Adams, did I do anything inappropriate towards you after I was drugged?”

    Before Vincent could respond, Katelyn’s cheeks flushed deeply, and even her earlobes turned a bright red. Vincent recalled the button that had been torn off and how Katelyn had asked if he cared for her while pressing close to him. Her mischievous expression reminded him of a yful young fox.

    Such behavior was entirely out of character for her when sober. Once the effects of the drug wore off, she had returned to her usualposed and distant self.

    Katelyn carefully watched his face. As Vincent remained silent, her anxiety grew. She feared she might have done something simr to Lise’s actions. She silently scolded herself.

    In silence, Katelyn contemted all the potential negative consequences. Then, she steeled herself and added, “Mr. Adams, whatever I might have done, it was under the influence of the drug and not a reflection of my true intentions. Please forgive me, Mr. Adams.”

    Vincent, sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, stood and approached Katelyn with feigned curiosity. “Miss Bailey, have you really forgotten everything that happened?”

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    Katelyn faltered, avoiding his gaze. She genuinely couldn’t remember anything. Herst clear memory was being at the charity event.

    Vincent’s expression grew more yful as he moved closer to her. Katelyn averted her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. As he approached, the room seemed to grow warmer, and her cheeks flushed deeper.

    Clutching the nket, Katelyn coughed awkwardly. “Mr. Adams, please stop teasing me. I really can’t remember anything. If I did something inappropriate, I apologize.”

    Vincent looked at her meaningfully and said, “I’m afraid an apology won’t suffice.”

    Katelyn’s face registered shock. She stared at him, suddenly considering a bold possibility. She wondered if she had impulsively kissed Vincent. After all, Lise had done that to Neil.

    Otherwise, why would Vincent suggest such a thing if an apology wasn’t enough?

    Realizing what he might mean, Katelyn felt a wave of embarrassment and wanted to hide away to escape it.

    Vincent’s smile widened, enjoying the yful tension. Observing Katelyn’s difort and her reddened earlobes, he could tell she was exceedingly embarrassed.

    “Miss Bailey, don’t forget to reimburse me for the shirt after you leave the hospital. You ripped it.”

    Hisment momentarily froze Katelyn’s thoughts. It felt as if her mind had been struck by a bat, struggling to make sense of his words with the few brain cells that were still active.

    What did Vincent mean by that?

    She couldn’t fathom how she could have been so bold as to tear his shirt. How could such a thing have happened? The effects of the drug were truly dreadful.

    Katelyn pursed her lips, her mouth parting for a long time without producing a sound.

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