<b>Chapter </b><b>12</b>


    Stephanie wanted to reveal to Vincent that she was the <b>Miracle </b>Doctor Summer and discuss his current health situation. She nned to offer him detox acupuncture and check the medication he had been taking


    Before Vincent could respond, his phone vibrated with an iing call. He picked up and said, “Miracle Doctor Summer has been spotted in Jacaster, The exact <b>location </b>hasn’t <b>been </b>revealed yet. We can’t let them leave Jacaster again. My mom’s <b>brain </b>tumor needs <b>a </b>mix of old<b>–</b>school and modern medicine. They’ve turned us down before, but this time we find them <b>we’ve </b>got to do whatever it takes, even if it means breaking their legs to bring them


    hore.”


    Stephanie was rendered speechless. In her previous life, she <b>knew </b>that Vincent had been looking <b>for </b><b>the </b>renowned Miracle Doctor Summer, but she had always assumed he was doing it for his own sake–to treat his legs–because of Dous’s influence. She hadn’t wanted to treat Vincent back then, she had no idea it <b>was </b>all for his mother’s illness.


    With Vincent’s severe leg condition, she wondered who could have treated it sessfully. Looking at Vincent’s stern features, Stephanie no longer dared to admit that she was Miracle Doctor Summer.


    After he hung up, Vincent turned to her. “<b>What </b>were you saying?”


    A bit on edge, Stephanie blurted out, “Can I stay over tonight?”


    Vincent seemed taken aback for a moment.


    Seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, Stephanie rushed to further her request, “Just for tonight, okay?”


    Vincent softened at her hopeful look and relented. “Alright.”


    She practically bounced on her toes, “Great, I’ll just grab a shower and be right back!” Then she zipped out of the room.


    Back in the adjacent room, she found a dresser <b>packed </b>with top–shelf beauty products, some fancy pajamas, and nightgowns <bid </b>out on the bed. She couldn’t help but smile as she picked up the silk nightgown and headed for the bathroom.


    Alter the shower, she had dried her hair and put on the nightdress, her skin also lightly scented with a pleasant smelling body lotion. However, when she went to Vincent’s bedroom<b>, </b>he wasn’t there.


    That was when her phone buzzed with a message. Vincent: [Go ahead and sleep. I’m in the study for a video conference.]


    Stephanie: <b>[</b>Okay.]


    She then searched for Vincent’s usual medication. She discovered two small white bottles in the medicine box, tipping one out and sniffing it–there was <b>a </b>faint bitterness. To know the exact ingredients, she would need to analyze it with proper equipment. Because there were many pills in each bottle, she took one from each bottle for testing and put the small bottles back as they were.


    She took the sampled pills back to her own room, then draped on a knit cardigan and grabbed a small ck device before heading downstairs.


    Everything was set up, and she returned to Vincent’s bedroom.


    Stephanie waited untilte at night, but Vincent still hadn’te back. Gradually, her eyelids began fighting to stay open, and soon <b>her </b>eyes shut. About an hourter, the door opened quietly, and Vincent returned to the room in his wheelchair, closing the door gently behind him.


    The soft glow of a bedsidemp filled the room as Vincent drew near, observing Stephanie under the covers. Her hair spread out on the pillow<b>, </b>encircling her small face and highlighting her tranquil beauty. Her long and thickshes and slightly parted lips added to her serene <b>allure</b>.


    <b>As </b>Vincent’s gaze trailed downward, he couldn’t help but swallow hard <b>Dressed </b>in a pearl–white nightgown, Stephanie’s tanned skin<b>, </b>delicate corbone, and the hint of her cleavage were strikingly evident. Vincent turned away<b>, </b>feeling an unexpected heat surge through his <b>body</b>. He <b>took </b>a despN?velDrama.Org holds this content.


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    <b>breath</b>, feeling tormented by her staying the night.


    In a daze<b>, </b>Stephanie opened her eyes to see Vincent by the bed<b>. </b><b>She </b>propped herself up, saying, “You’re back:e sleep.”


    <b>He </b><b>nodded</b>, unable to take his eyes off her as her nightgown straps slipped down slightly, revealing more of her alluring figure.


    “Your strap…” he started.


    Quickly looking down, Stephanie adjusted them and asked, “Need a hand getting into bed?”


    “No, I’ve got this,” Vincent replied, <b>declining </b>her offer. Perched on the edge of the bed, he braced himself with his hands, methodically lifting his legs onto


    the bed one <b>at </b>a time.


    Stephanie bit back a chuckle, thinking, ‘He’s perfectly fine, yet he’s acting like he’s hurt. Watching Vincent carefully lie down, she snuggled up next to him, drawing the nket over them both.


    “Goodnight, Honey,” she whispered.


    “Good night,” came Vincent’s reply, as he reached out to flick off the wallmp.


    Darkness enveloped the room, sharpening their other senses. Their breathing became the only sound, setting a charged atmosphere. Every now and then, Stephanie could hear Vincent swallow deeply, sending her heart into a flutter, She reached out to touch his arm.


    Vincent paused before speaking. “This isn’t something I’m used to.”


    “Then, I’ll just sleep over there,” Stephanie suggested, her voice tinged with disappointment.


    “No, stay. It’s fine,” Vincent quickly assured her..


    Stephanie made a move to turn away, hesitated, then faced him again, keeping a respectful distance. “Just so you know, I’m a sound sleeper.”


    “Just sleep,” Vincent said softly.


    “<b>Okay</b>.” Stephanie smiled,forted by Vincent’s familiar, crisp scent.


    Eventually, sleep imed her.


    Vincenty awake, watching her. In the darkness, Stephanie’s scent was even more intoxicating. He turned toward her, gently brushing her hair, when unexpectedly, he felt a weight on his waist.


    As he reached out, he brushed against her leg, and his heart skipped a beat. ‘Is this her idea of being a “sound sleeper“?” he wondered.


    Then, Stephanie snuggled closer<b>, </b>resting her head against his chest. Vincent inhaled deeply, unsettled yet soothed by her nearness. Her warmth enveloped him as she found a snug position in his arms.


    Vincent closed his <b>eyes</b><b>, </b>breathing in deeply, finding himself drawn to Stephanie’s subtle provocations.


    Throughout the night, he reminded himself, “Stay calm. Sex is trivial”


    The next morning. Vincent was already gone when Stephanie awoke. She checked her phone to see it was eight in the morning.


    A ck card and a note awaited har on the bedside table.


    The note read: [I’ve arranged for some essential Feel free to buy whatever clothes or essories you like. Have the butler take you <b>shopping</b>]


    12:42 Sat, 25 May


    Chapter 12


    Stephanie smiled, for she was nning to head out anyway.


    She texted Vincent: [Good morning, Honey.


    Vincent replied: [The card has no limit. Use it freely.]


    Stephanie sent back: [Thanks, honey!] along with a kiss emoji.


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    In his meeting room, Vincent’s sudden smile <b>puzzled </b>his colleagues, a rare break from his usual stern <b>demeanor</b>. Yet, just as quickly<b>, </b>he was back to his serious sell, leaving them to wonder if they’d imagined his brief amusement.


    After getting ready, Stephanie went for breakfast, and then left with the butler.


    Watching the car drive away. Lydia quickly hid herself and texted, [Mrs. Fletcher stayed the night with Mr. Fletcher.]


    In the car, Stephanie saw Lydia’s sneaky move on her phone <b>and </b>eyed it suspiciously.