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

appetite, but under Lincoln’s watchful eye, she picked up her spoon and slowly

meal.

were leftovers, but it

“Why are you so

harm your

replied calmly,

seem to have a lot of trust

you could’ve done so when I was unconscious.

a significant bargaining chip. It

feigned helplessness. “Sometimes, it’s not necessarily a good thing when a woman is

Vicky remained silent.

in a casual

what happened at the wedding. After that incident, you must’ve given

trust me; I

I’m not interested, would

might be hard for you to accept me right away, but there’s

pursue you. Just like how…Tyler is

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