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 clearly

much of an appetite, but under Lincoln’s watchful eye, she picked

meal.

were leftovers, but it was not

sly smile. “Why are you so cooperative? Aren’t you afraid I might put something

to harm

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

so?” Lincoln seemed somewhat surprised. “You seem to have a

so when I was

found me, you’d lose a significant bargaining chip. It wouldn’t be

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

Vicky remained silent.

a good mood and engaged in a casual conversation with her in a low, seductive tone.

must’ve given up

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

coldly. “And if I said I’m not interested, would you

“I know it might be hard for you to accept me right

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

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