Chapter 936 Scared Out of His Wits
After what felt like forever, Ava finally snapped out of it and realized she was clinging to him. She quickly let go, fixed her hair, and felt a bit awkward.
She'd been so freaked out that she grabbed onto him like he was a lifeline.
Ava turned and pointed at the door. "I heard some weird noises downstairs and wanted to check it out. Sounds like something's moving down there. Wanna take a look?"
Vincent shrugged. "There's a bunch of junk downstairs. Stuff falls and makes noise all the time. It's no big deal."
"Stuff falling?" Ava wasn't buying it. She glanced at the door again. "It doesn't feel right. Why don't you go check it out?"
"If you wanna go, go ahead. I'm not going," Vincent said, totally uninterested.
Since he wasn't budging, Ava didn't dare to go either. Plus, it wasn't even her house.
If he said it was nothing, what else could she say? Maybe she was just overreacting.
Still, she couldn't shake the creepy feeling. The whole thing felt like a scene from a horror movie.
Maybe she was just scaring herself. Sometimes, your own thoughts could freak you out.
"What are you standing there for? I'm hungry. Go make dinner," Vincent said, grabbing a beer from the fridge and plopping down on the couch to watch TV.
Ava took a few deep breaths to calm down and then headed to the kitchen.
Once she was in the bright, spacious kitchen, she felt a lot better, and the fear started to fade.
She opened the fridge, picked out some ingredients, washed and chopped the veggies, and got to cooking, momentarily forgetting everything.
Soon, the pot was steaming, and the air was filled with the delicious smell of food.
Ava skillfully stir-fried the ingredients, making the kitchen come alive with the aroma of a great meal.
Vincent lounged in the comfy living room, the TV screen flickering in his eyes.
He sipped his beer and watched TV, occasionally glancing towards the kitchen with a hint of softness in his eyes.
His gaze lingered on Ava, almost like he was seeing her through a dreamy filter.
Ava's figure became hazy and blurred. Even though she was just cooking, it seemed like she was elegantly dancing. Though she had her back to him, it felt like she was turning to smile at him.
Vincent snapped out of it and smirked at himself.
He was hallucinating again. She wasn't Christina. She was Ava. She had a husband and kids.
But he was just clinging to some sad old memories.
Once dinner was ready, Ava took off her apron.
She went to the living room to call Vincent for dinner.
The TV was on, and Vincent was lying on the couch, an empty beer can on the coffee table.
Vincent had his eyes closed, looking like he was asleep.
Ava walked over softly and gently called, "Vincent, dinner's ready."
He didn't wake up. Ava thought maybe she was too quiet.
Vincent had this intense vibe that always made her feel a bit suffocated when talking to him.
She carefully reached out and gently nudged his shoulder. "Vincent."
Vincent's consciousness stirred in a fog. He suddenly felt a sense of danger, a shadow of fear creeping into his heart, and cruel images flashed through his mind.
