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.

was plentiful and clearly

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

meal.

leftovers, but it

an eyebrow with a sly smile. “Why are you so cooperative?

harm your

calmly, “I’m not

somewhat surprised. “You seem to have a

done so when I was unconscious. Besides,

a significant bargaining chip.

a good thing when a woman is

Vicky remained silent.

to be in a good mood and engaged in a

incident, you must’ve given up on him. Vicky, if

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

if I said I’m not interested, would you

chuckled softly. “I know it might be hard for you to accept me right away,

pursue you. Just like how…Tyler is treating you now, or

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