Chapter 1735

Vicky understood Lincoln's message clearly. Her movements were confined to this room, and if he suspected she tried to escape, she would end up tightly bound.

It did not take long before someone knocked on the room's door, and Miranda entered with a tray of food.

"Mister Hart, this is the meal you requested for Ms. Shaw," she said.

Lincoln took the tray. "Yes, you can go now," he replied, his eyes briefly glancing at Vicky.

Vicky made no attempts to shout or question Miranda, and she did not lose her temper either. After all, doing any of that would not change anything.

Lincoln approached Vicky with the tray. "You must be hungry after going a day without food," he remarked, lifting the utensils as if he intended to feed her.

Vicky instinctively avoided his hand. "I can manage on my own."

Lincoln did not push further and handed her the tray.

The food was plentiful and clearly well-prepared.

Vicky did not have much of an appetite, but under Lincoln's watchful eye, she picked up