NyelleMy eyes slowly dropped toward the object in Vincent’s hand. A first aid box.For a second, I genuinely just stared at it in disbelief while my heartbeat shifted strangely inside my chest.He noticed I was hurt enough to bring medicine?The thought alone felt unfamiliar.Before my stupid heart could react too much, I quickly pulled myself away from his grip and stepped backward, fixing my hair nervously to avoid looking directly at him.But the second I lifted my head again, I caught him staring. Not at my face. His eyes had dropped lower, straight toward my cleavage.The fitted black dress hugged my body tightly, exposing more skin than I had ever shown around him before, and judging from the way his jaw tightened slightly, Vincent was definitely noticing it. A little too much.His eyes slowly dragged upward again after realizing I caught him staring, but the tension already settled heavily between us.“You’re hurt,” he muttered finally while holding the first aid box toward me
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