Lillian's POV. "Vincent, this is—"Before I could complete my sentence, he interrupted with a soft tone. "Can we have a cup of coffee now?" He asked, smiling broadly as if he hadn't just made me uncomfortable as hell. "Coffee?" I gasped in disbelief. "Alright, let's have some coffee," I said snarkily, walking away from the sitting room. I wasn't sure if leaving him alone in there was a good decision, but there wasn't much he could take, not even a picture. In the kitchen, I made a single cup of coffee. I wasn't willing to chat or show him my face yet. Once done, I walked to the dining room and placed it there, along with a small kettle.Returning to the sitting room, I found him trailing his fingers on some of the furniture. "Your coffee is ready," I said and disappeared before he could respond. Eventually, he followed me to the dining room, and upon reaching there, we sat down. "Oh, wow, this smells nice," he commented, bringing the cup close to his face. "Where is yours?" h
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