14- Polite Offer

The next day, Vincent was sitting alone, thinking about how Annalise saved him from his Father’s wrath. He couldn’t grasp why she did that.

He tried to shift his thoughts, tried to divert them but was unable to, the sight of her tears for his compassion were before him.

“Tsk.” Gritting his teeth, he curled his hand in a fist until a hand offered him a can of coke.

“Want one?”

Looking up, he saw Annalise taking a sip from hers, standing beside him, arching a brow with her usual cheeriness.

Rolling his eyes off, he took the can rudely, turning his head away.

“Why did you help me? I didn’t want your sympathy nor think I would be in your debt.” He asked what bothered him the most.

Chuckling, she sat beside him, flabbergasting everyone in the vicinity to find those two next to each other but she continued to stare at his bewitching features.

“My mind’s functioning is impaired, my body acts on its own. Or else, why would ‘I’ save ‘you’? You deserve two slaps.”

Smirking, she pushed him fro