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.

plentiful and

not have much of an appetite, but under Lincoln’s watchful eye,

meal.

were leftovers, but it was not

smile. “Why are you so

harm your

set down her spoon and replied calmly, “I’m not afraid of

somewhat surprised. “You seem

done so when I

bargaining

it’s not necessarily a

Vicky remained silent.

a good mood and engaged in a casual conversation with her

must’ve given up

willing to be with me? You can trust me; I will treat this child as

coldly. “And if I said I’m

hard for you to accept me right away,

than willing to start as friends and pursue you. Just like

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