Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 849

With a gloomy expression, Vincent stared at the silly woman in front of him who knew nothing.

Elaine didn't dare to approach him, so she cowered behind Morgan instead.

Seeing her reaction, Morgan felt awkward too.

In the end, Vincent let go of his grip. Like a bird that had found its freedom, Elaine immediately leaped out of his grasp and hid behind Morgan.

"Stop hiding!"

The expression on his face darkened when he saw her crouching behind Morgan.

Grabbing hold of Morgan's shirt, she dared not move.

"Don't make me repeat myself!"

Sighing, Morgan dragged Elaine out to his side. "Miss Jacob, while I talk to Mr. Bradbury, go take a shower first. I'll be right outside, and breakfast will be served once you come out from the shower. Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine. Okay?"

Morgan's gentle eyes managed to persuade Elaine. With a nod, she agreed, "Okay. I'll go take a shower."

Without sparing a glance at Vincent, she sprinted towards the bathroom.

She ran as if she was chased by a murderer.

Vincent snorted coldly.

A worried look plastered on Morgan's face when he advised, "Sir, you shouldn't do this..."

Turning his head, Vincent looked at him.

"This is not the way to pursue a woman. You shouldn't be scaring her all the time, especially when she already has a trauma from the past. If you're not gentle to her, you'll only make things worse."

"What are you talking about?" Vincent asked, "Who said I was trying to pursue her?"

Surprised, Morgan questioned, "Sir, didn't you come all the way to this small village for her..."

He followed her all the way to this place, yet he didn't want to admit that he was trying to pursue her? Who was he kidding?

Turning on his heel, he entered the room. Nonchalantly, he explained, "She was mine to begin with, but she escaped. I'm just here to bring her back, does that count as pursuing her?"

A sudden realization hit Morgan. To Vincent, he already claimed her as his own the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Morgan was wrong. He thought that if nothing happened between them, they were not considered a thing.

However, to Vincent, she was already in his possession.

Morgan heaved a long sigh.

Now that Elaine was already so afraid of Vincent, when would she start accepting him as the person he is?

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When he was caught in his thoughts, Vincent suddenly called out to him.

Hurrying over, he asked, "What's the matter, sir?"

Sitting on a chair, Vincent stared at the bathroom door with dark eyes. "Find me a laptop."

Taken aback by his sudden request, Morgan questioned, "Why do you need a computer for?"

"I want to watch some movies."

"Oh, you want to watch movies, sir?" Hearing that, Morgan was delighted. "OK. I'll go get it and send it over later."

In response, Vincent nodded.

After that, Morgan left the room to get breakfast prepared.

In the bathroom, Elaine looked at herself in the mirror. Wiping off the water droplets, she stared at her own reflection.

Her reflection showed a woman with a flushed face after taking a shower. Her fair skin glowed under the light, and her eyes were crystal clear.

When her gaze lowered to her neck, she saw a purplish-red mark there.

The mark was left by that b*stard...

Earlier, when he pressed his body against hers on the bed, she wasn't able to move an inch...

Now that she thought of it, she recalled that the girls from Dr. Perkins' dates had these marks on their bodies as well. She never knew what were those marks...

But now, she seemed to have realized why he left those marks on her.

Biting her lips, she picked up the bath scrub and began to rub it harshly on her body.

When she came out of the bathroom, her skin seemed as if it was on the verge of peeling.

Seated at the dining table, Vincent raised his head when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. Elaine was wrapped tightly in a bathrobe when she came out of the shower. He frowned, asking, "Are you cold?"

Ignoring him, she turned to look at Morgan, "Morgan, I washed my clothes yesterday, so I don't have anything to wear now. Can you drop by my house and get me a new set of clothes?"

"Don't worry, I already have your clothes prepared," Morgan smiled.

"Thanks, Morgan."

Picking up a bag from the couch, he passed it to Elaine. "Your clothes are in here."

"Thank you." After taking the bag, she went to the bathroom to change.

Vincent sneered.

Trying to speak up for her, Morgan explained, "Sir, Miss Jacob is still young, and she's afraid of you. It's only natural for her to distance herself from you. Don't blame her..."

"I guess you're very concerned about her, huh?" Vincent raised his brows. "Are you worried that I will hurt her if she dates me?"

"I've never thought of it like that, sir...."

"You know what you're thinking," Vincent looked at him bitterly and warned, "I don't care what you told her yesterday when you were together, but if I find out that you're betraying me, don't blame me for throwing our years of friendship down the drain."

When he heard that, his breath hitched. He immediately nodded in understanding. "Yes, sir."

When Elaine came out of the bathroom, she was blushing red as she drew the collar of her dress up to her neck. She then muttered, "Morgan, the dress is a little low-cut. Can you get me another one?"

"Uhm, okay. I'll have to get a new one then..." Morgan felt embarrassed. "Actually, I asked the shop assistant to pick out a dress for me, and she said this was a trendy one that young girls preferred to wear. I'm too old to know what the trends are now..."

Well, the shop assistant wasn't wrong. The dress was definitely considered trendy among young girls. The color was pretty; the quality was excellent, and it even shows off her curves in all the right places...

However, Elaine had to cover up the hickeys on her neck that were left by that b*stard, Vincent. The mark would be too obvious if she wore this dress out.

Of course, Morgan didn't know what she was thinking. He smiled gently and said, "Go ahead and have breakfast first. I'll get someone to buy a few sets of clothes, so you can pick what you want to wear..."

After Morgan had left, it was only Vincent and Elaine in the room once again.

Anxious, Elaine sat quietly on her seat. Meanwhile,

Vincent was sipping on his coffee without looking at her.

Sensing that she wasn't moving, Vincent finally looked up at her. "Aren't you hungry?"

"No," she murmured.

Vincent frowned. "Eat some even if you're not hungry, and..." He glanced at her hand that was clutching her collar. "What's with your hand? Is that a new trend?"

Hearing that, Elaine was speechless.

He should've just shut up if he didn't know anything!

Annoyed, she glared at him. "Eat your food. Don't look at me!"

"Are you challenging me now?" Vincent raised his brows, then put down the cup of coffee in his hand. "Try it again."

He wasn't trying to scare her, but he was rather curious.

"Are you toying with me?!" Elaine was flustered.

Seeing her reaction, he smirked. As expected, he managed to provoke her. That angry look on her face intrigued him.

He was eager to see her getting angry at him.

She would definitely look more attractive with that furious look on her face.

Vincent was such a crazy man, Elaine thought. Rolling her eyes, she ignored him. Way before their conversation, she was already starving but denied it because she was mad at him.

The food in front of her looked so appetizing that she couldn't hold in her hunger anymore. Picking up the spoon, she began to dig in.

Only then did Vincent notice a large, red spot on her neck. That was definitely not the hickey he had left on her skin.

It was as if that part of her skin had been scratched!

When he realized what she might have done, his face fell.