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    Katelyn stood quietly to the side, making sure not to interrupt Vincent.

    The living room was softly lit, the gentle glow outlining Vincent’s silhouette.

    His eyes, cold and piercing, held an unblinking precision as he focused on his online meeting. She waited in silence, her presence a calm backdrop.

    The air between them was filled with an unexpected peace, even though no one spoke.

    When Vincent’s meeting finally wrapped up, he took off his earphones and noticed that Katelyn had fallen asleep on the sofa.

    Shey curled up, her brow still furrowed. A strand of hair had fallen across her pale face, reminding him of morous movie posters. He didn’t know when Katelyn had arrived or when she had fallen asleep beside him.

    Moving softly, he approached her and reached out, but then pulled his hand back, careful not to wake her after a long night.

    With gentle care, he bent down to lift her, sliding his arm carefully under her knees.

    He handled her as if she were a fragile treasure, making sure not to disturb her sleep.

    Luckily, Katelyn stayed asleep as heid her gently on the bed.

    The bedroom light was still on, casting a soft glow. Vincent stood off to the side, his eyes gently tracing the outline of Katelyn’s features as she slept.

    Outside, the rain drizzled steadily, mingling with the soft rustle of the leaves.

    The tree by the door swayed with the wind, its shadow intermittently flickering across the screen. Vincent looked away, lost in thought.

    Katelyn, nestled in a rare, deep sleep, awoke promptly at 7 a.m., her internal clock still sharp.

    She rubbed her stiff neck, struggling to piece together the previous night’s events.

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    She remembered waiting for Vincent during his meeting and then falling asleep on the sofa, only to find herself now in the bedroom.

    She climbed out of bed, and as she passed the kitchen, she was greeted by the inviting scent of food.

    On the coffee table, Katelyn found a note written in bold, strong script:

    “I made breakfast. Eat it after you wake up—Vincent.”

    The few words, though simple, brought a warm feeling to Katelyn’s heart.

    She often skipped meals while caught up in work, leading to ongoing gastric problems.

    In the three years of her marriage, Neil had never cooked for her or reminded her to eat on time. Vincent, however, showed a level of care she hadn’t known before.

    He looked after her like a true friend.

    Holding the note close, Katelyn felt a surge of gratitude. At that moment, she felt the cold barrier inside her heart begin to soften.

    It was as if a cier had melted into refreshing spring water.

    Vincent appeared distant and reserved, but his actions revealed surprising kindness.

    In contrast, Neil, though outwardly polite, was deeply selfish and uncaring.

    Katelyn noticed the indentations on the sofa—signs that someone had been there recently. It was clear Vincent had spent the night on the couch.

    She couldn’t imagine how Vincent had managed to sleep therefortably.

    Seated at the table, she ate a bowl of oatmeal.

    It was in, but Vincent had added berries and nuts. Since the partnership had begun, Vincent had gone out of his way to look after her. Now, Katelyn felt it was time to return the favor.

    Pushing aside her swirling thoughts, she resolved to head to work and figure out how to show her gratitude.

    She put on light makeup and changed into casual clothes. Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. Aimee’s name shed on the screen. As soon as Katelyn answered, Aimee’s anxious voice filled the line.

    “Kat, have you seen thetest news? You’re in it again, and not good for your divorce case.”

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