<b>Chapter </b><b>16</b>
Four <b>cars </b>arrived at the mountaintop, surrounding the ck Maybach. When all the car windows rolled down, gun muzzles were revealed, shooting wildly at the Maybach. Even with bulletproof reinforcements, the Maybach couldn’t withstand the relentless assault and was riddled with bullet <b>holes</b>.
With the rain getting heavier, a group of people got out of the cars and raised their guns, walking toward the Maybach.
The man in the baseball cap opened the Maybach’s door and immediately widened his eyes, shouting “There’s no one in it! Watch out for ambush(”
Just then, cars‘ headlights shot at the men from all directions, blinding their eyes. The lights lit up the night, with the rain pouring heavily.
Looking around, the men noticed they were surrounded by a group of mercenaries with heavy weapons.
The leader in the baseball cap clenched his teeth, understanding that he would end up like the Maybach if he acted rashly at this moment.
Vincent’s tall figure emerged from the light, with Zane by his side, holding up a big umbre for him, Vincent squinted at the men in contempt, and the light reflected his resolute and dignified silhouette. He took out a cigarette box from his suit pocket and ced a cigarette between his lips while flicking a silver lighter open and ying with it. The ignited orange–blue me brightened his eyes, seemingly desiring to devour life.
Vincent took a drag, and the white smoke released from his nose. With a soft voice yet full of deterrence, he asked, “Who sent <b>you</b>?”
The man in the baseball cap suddenly raised his gun, but with a bang echoing, his shoulder was shot instead, his arm dropping down.
Then, another two shots were fired<b>, </b>and the man knelt on the ground, releasing a painful groan. Looking up at Vincent, he <b>didn’t </b>expect the <btter’s </b>movement to be swift, so fast that he didn’t <b>notice </b>it at all,
The rest of the men could only drop their weapons and surrender after noticing they were besieged.
The mercenaries instantly pressed them to the ground.
Vincent snuffed out his cigarette and walked forward slowly. He stood before the man in the baseball cap with a dangerous smile and stated, “It’s fine if <b>you </b>don’t spill anything now. You’ll admit everything soon.”
The man stared at Vincent and suddenly drew a knife, stabbing forward.
Vincent didn’t budge, while Zane kicked the knife away with his umbre still firmly held. Vincent ordered in a deep voice, “Take these men back for
interrogation.”
“Yes, sir!” the mercenaries shouted in unison.
It was nearly midnight when Vincent returned to Tranquil Garden, and the floormp in the living room was still on, with the warm yellow light looking very <b>tranquil</b>.
With his gaze on the figure curling in a ball on the couch, Vincent looked at Stephanie for a long time, feeling his heart soften. He thought, ‘She had agreed not to wait for me, and yet…”
<b>Vincent </b>moved his wheelchair closer to the couch and leaned forward, gently touching Stephanie’s hair on her face.
When sleeping soundly, Stephanie was particrly sensitive to smells, detecting a <b>man’s </b>cool and musky fragrance mixed with <b>blood</b>.
She instantly opened her eyes and saw Vincent’s hand tucking her hair, slowly sitting up and asking, “When did youe back?“.
Vincent replied smilingly, “Just a little while <b>ago</b>
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“Why didn’t <b>you </b>wake me up?” questioned Stephanie.
Vincent replied, “You were sleeping soundly.”
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Despite not getting soaked by the rain, his body was damp. <b>Stephanie </b>suspected Vincent must have spent a long time outside, noticing a red spot tainted his shirt. Thus, Stephanie asked, “Are you hurt?‘”
Vincent was stunned and followed her gaze to the blood stains on him.
Not wanting Stephanie to learn his ruthless side, he replied, “Might be the blood from a nosebleed
With a nod, Stephanie asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Not really.” With that said, Vincent’s stomach rumbled, and he<b>, </b><b>usually </bposed, frowned <b>slightly</b>.
Stephanie burst outughing and said, “Your stomach said otherwise. I’m hungry too, so let me make you something. What would you like?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed for the first time, Vincent replied, “Pesto pasta, then.”
“Sure,” said Stephanie, putting on her slippers and moving behind Vincent’s wheelchair. “Let me bring you to a shower first. When the pasta is ready, I’ll bring it upstairs to you.”
Vincent said, “Don’t bother. I’lle downstairs.”
Stephanie uttered, “Okay.”
After sending Vincent to his bedroom, she went to the kitchen to cook. Her brows furrowed with concentration. In her previous life, she only knew Vincent in a professional sense, with no clue about his other sides. She regretted deeply that she couldn’t be of any help tonight, as something serious had evidently happened.
At the bathroom upstairs, Vincent washed away the dampness and bloody smell on his body and changed into loungewear, going downstairs in his wheelchair afterward. He stayed at the kitchen entrance and watched Stephanie <b>quietly</b>.
Stephanie wore a formal nightgown long to the ankles, with her soft hair hung at her waist, like a fairy descended to earth, which made Vincent think he was having a tranquil life.
Suddenly, Stephanie screamed. When Vincent was about to stand up, he immediately restrained himself after some thought, sitting back in the
wheelchair.
He moved forward and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Seeing Stephanie turn around with a knife <b>and </b>a bloody fingertip, Vincent said with a frown, “Let me have a look.” After Stephanie showed her finger, Vincent uttered, “Stop cooking. Let me bandage up your wound.”
Seeing Vincent’s nervous look, Stephanie chuckled inwardly and thought, ‘It’s just a cut. The wound will heal in a moment. However, she couldn’t help acting like a spoiled child.
She put down the knife and sat directly on Vincent’sp, saying aggrievedly, “It’s bleeding, and it hurts.”
Vincent responded, “Let’s <b>go </b>bind it up. It won’t hurt soon.”
Stephanie said, “it hurts now. Help me blow away the pain.”
Vincent asked, <b>“</b>Blow away?<b>”</b>
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“It will ease the pain,” said Stephanie, pouting her lips. <b>“</b>Just blow it like this.”
Feeling a gentle blow, Vincent felt his heart skip a beat. Looking at Stephanile’s well–shaped lips, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. He cursed himself for behaving like an animal and thought, ‘How could I have such thoughts now?”
“Let me bandage it up,” said Vincent. However, Stephanie responded with blinking eyos, “Blow my wound first. Please?”
Vincent puckered his lips, and a breeze with a minty scent fell on Stephanie’s fingertip.
Stephanie moved her finger away and tilted her head to kiss Vincent, uttering. “Here’s your reward for easing my pain.”
Vincent wanted to kiss her deeply, but at the thought of her injury, he knew he should prioritize the bandaging.
“Let’s go upstairs,” said Vincent
Waving her fingers before him, Stephanie said, “Don’t be so nervous. The wound has clotted, so there’s no need for bandages<b>.”</b>
Vincent sighed in relief when he saw the small wound on Stephanie’s finger had indeed been stabbed, pondering, “Since we skip the bandaging, I can continue the kiss, right?”N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.
While Vincent was hesitating, Stephanie jumped off hisp and continued to slice the chicken meat. She cooked chicken alfredo pasta, which needed more time thanmon pasta…
They sat across from each other at a table in the kitchen and ate.
“How is it?” Stephanie asked expectantly.
“It’s good,” answered Vincent.
Propping her chin while eating pasta, Stephanie stared at Vincent, who looked noble and gentle.
“He’s so handsome!‘ she mused, feeling the same way in her previous life, but she only had her eyes on Dous at that time, so even if Dous looked ugly, she would still think he was handsome since he was her life savior.
Vincent met Stephanie’s gaze and asked, “Is there something on my face?”
Stephanie nodded.
Vincent didn’t want to appear improper before her, so he touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously.
With a broad smile, Stephanie held Vincent’s wrist and <b>said</b>, “You have the face I love most.”
Feeling his heart beat faster by the flirt, Vincent grabbed Stephanie’s hand, wanting <b>to </b>ask whether she had said the same thing to Dous, but he
<b>hesitated </b>in the end.
Noticing that Vincent paused, she stood up and walked to him, sitting on hisp naturally and uttering, “Vincent, I’ve never said such words to anyone. You’re <b>the </b>first andst one to hear that.”
Stephanie saw the <b>surging </b>emotions in <b>Vincent’s </b>eyes and rubbed their noses together, saying in a captivating voice, “Vincent, do you want to kiss me?”
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