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

but under Lincoln’s watchful eye, she

meal.

leftovers, but it was not

smile. “Why are you so cooperative? Aren’t you

harm your

replied calmly, “I’m not afraid

Lincoln seemed somewhat surprised. “You seem to have a lot of trust

the child, you could’ve done so when I was unconscious. Besides, if this child were

you’d lose a significant bargaining chip. It wouldn’t be worth

feigned helplessness. “Sometimes, it’s not necessarily a good

Vicky remained silent.

mood and engaged in a

you must’ve given up on him. Vicky, if he never finds

to be with me? You can trust me; I will

“And if I said I’m not interested, would you respect my

you to accept me right

start as friends and pursue you. Just like how…Tyler is treating you now, or

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