The man's breathing grew heavier and rougher.Rosalie summoned her courage to face his injury, watching as he used tweezers to pull a bullet from his chest and then toss it into a nearby dish. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.Then, he used the tweezers to remove the shards from his wound. After that, he picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to rinse his wound, but his hands were trembling.Rosalie took the hydrogen peroxide from him. "Let me handle it. I'll help you."Vincent let his hands fall to his side, not stopping her.Rosalie carefully rinsed his wound with hydrogen peroxide. As if afraid of causing him pain, she blew gently on his injury while cleaning it.Noticing her actions, a playful smile flickered in Vincent's eyes.After she finished rinsing his wound with hydrogen peroxide, she followed up with a saline solution to clean the residue. Next, she disinfected the area with iodine and bandaged the wound.There was still a bullet lodged in his shou
Rosalie struggled to help him onto the bed in the room and lay him down."Woman… What's your name?" he asked weakly, his breath faint."My name is Rosalie Young.""Rosalie...Young…" he repeated her name, his breathing growing weaker, and slowly closed his eyes.Seeing him fall asleep, Rosalie reached out to feel his forehead for temperature.She turned and noticed a bathroom in the room. She tiptoed over. After a while, Rosalie emerged with a basin filled with warm water and a towel.Rosalie wrung out the towel and gently wiped the blood off Vincent's body.He had many scars—some deep, some shallow, some long, and some short, along with a few resembling gunshot wounds.He must get hurt often. What exactly did he do? Was he involved with gangs as well? But he seemed different from typically ruthless characters.Rosalie washed the towel several times, the water in the basin turning red. She poured it out and replaced it with a fresh basin of water.Rosalie changed the water fou
After hanging up the phone, Rosalie examined the house.It was a two-story standalone building. From the outside, one couldn't see through the glass to the interior. However, from the inside, one could see the outside clearly.She knocked on the glass and realized it was different from ordinary glass. Sometimes, she saw houses in certain Melrinen neighborhoods that seemed unsafe because of all the glass; one could easily smash it to gain entry.Although private property was highly protected in Melrine and breaking in was a felony, there were always people who might take desperate risks. If someone wanted to break in, it would be quite easy.However, this house was different. It seemed to have specially designed glass that felt unique to the touch, yet it was transparent. This type of glass would likely resist even a hammer, and if she guessed correctly, bullets would struggle to penetrate it.The house, decorated in a minimalist style, was clean and tidy. Suddenly, she noticed two
The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the room's window and shone softly on Vincent's pale face.He awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes as his consciousness gradually became clear. Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting in a chair, her slender figure delicate and small.She was asleep, seemingly having stayed by his side and taking care of him the entire night. There was a faint blush on the tip of her nose, and she was enveloped in soft morning light.Vincent parted his lips, wanting to wake her, but his gaze was involuntarily fixed on her, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.Her long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders like feathers dancing in the air. The sunlight streamed through the window, caressing her smooth skin. She seemed to be draped in a layer of delicate golden silk, making her features appear even more tender and enchanting.Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she encountered confusion in her dreams. Sunlight filtered through her
Upon seeing the words "honey" and "baby," Vincent frowned slightly.Rosalie had a husband and a baby? So, she was already married.She looks to be in her early twenties, which was relatively young. Yet, she was already married and had a child.For some reason, he felt a sense of loss, but soon after, he found it ridiculous. What did he have to feel lost about? He didn't even know her.Vincent wanted Rosalie to sleep a little longer, but her husband seemed very worried about her. If he didn't reply, he might call the police.So, Vincent picked up Rosalie's phone and clicked to reply. [I didn't sleep well last night. I want to sleep a little longer; I'll call you later.]Sebastian quickly replied, [Alright, go ahead. I'll wait for your call.]Vincent looked at the text and suddenly felt a surge of annoyance.-Rosalie opened her eyes. It was probably noon already. She sat up from the bed and rubbed her eyes.She glanced at the alarm clock; it was 12 PM.Rosalie immediately got
"Seb, thank you for helping me take care of my baby. I don't know how to thank you enough.""Don't stand on ceremony with me. I should be doing this in the first place as the father of the child."Rosalie's face stiffened at his words.Noticing Rosalie's silence, Sebastian went on, "Rose, are you still thinking about Theodore? Do you still want him to be the father of your child?"Rosalie said, "Seb, things between Theo and I are over. Don't worry about us. I'll do what I promised you. I only brought up divorce before because I was too sad. I won't bring it up again in the future.""It's alright, Rose. I'm not blaming you. I fully understand how you feel.""Let's leave it as it is for now, Seb. We'll talk more after I get back. I'm hanging up.""Alright, Rose. Goodbye."Both of them hung up. Vincent took a mouthful of alcohol and turned to glance at Rosalie, who was spacing out with both hands resting on the kitchen counter.Vincent arched a brow as he leaned back casually o
Rosalie replied, "You had a bad dream last night and kept calling Youngie's name."Vincent's grip tightened over the spoon he was holding so hard his knuckles popped up."Who's Youngie?"Rosalie was sure Youngie was his girlfriend or someone special to him. All she knew was that he looked to be in much pain when he called out Youngie's name in his nightmare.That look of pain seemed as though the girl named Youngie was no longer around.Vincent remained seemingly emotionless, but his gaze shifted as he said indifferently, "The next time I have a nightmare, keep away from me and leave me be.""Oh, okay."Rosalie was about to sit down when realization dawned upon her.Why would there be a next time?She chuckled awkwardly. "It's good that you're fine now. I'll leave right after lunch. Don't worry, there won't be a next time."He saved her and got injured. She was worried that something might happen to him, so she stayed the night to keep watch over him.Since he was fine, she
She didn't know this man well, despite him saving her and her feeling grateful toward him.Even so, it didn't mean that he could raise such a ridiculous request."My motive is simple. Ten thousand dollars and a week of your time." Vincent leaned back casually against the chair and said, "Or you could just give me ten billion dollars."Rosalie said solemnly, "I don't have ten billion dollars.""If you don't, then let's make it ten thousand dollars and a week of your time. If you can't afford either option, I'd have saved you in vain and I'll kill you."His voice sounded like a rumble in the night, dangerous and with a tinge of wickedness.He felt like a serpent hidden in the night, silently attacking his next victim in a way that made one shudder in fright.Rosalie suddenly felt uneasy. She didn't know if it was in hindsight or because this man changed way too fast. He had just blocked a bullet for her at the risk of his life.After coming here, he even let her drive his car off