Chapter 937 Accidentally Hurt Her
The next second, he lunged at Ava like a wild animal, pinning her down on the couch, his hands wrapped tightly around her delicate neck.
Ava stared at him in terror, her heart racing from Vincent's sudden move, her eyes wide like a scared deer.
Under Vincent's grip, Ava's body struggled weakly. She wanted to scream, but her throat was choked, leaving her with silent, desperate gasps.
Her hands kept slapping Vincent's chest.
Her breath was slipping away bit by bit.
Ava's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. She fought with all her strength, trying to break free from his hold.
Vincent's vision suddenly cleared.
When he saw Ava in front of him, he let go in horror, guilt flooding his heart like a tidal wave.
"It's you." Regret filled Vincent's eyes.
Suddenly, he pulled Ava into his arms, holding her tightly, his large hand cradling the back of her head.
"I'm sorry, Christina, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Vincent asked, his voice full of worry.
Ava's neck hurt a lot. She opened her mouth to say something, but Vincent suddenly cupped her face.
"I'm sorry, Christina, I lost my mind. I'm sorry," Vincent apologized over and over.
Seeing the sadness in his eyes, the fear in Ava's eyes gradually faded.
She gently patted Vincent's back, her voice soothing, "It's, it's okay."
Vincent seemed to have had a stress reaction just now, not intentional.
He easily fell into hallucinations and always called her Christina. She was even a bit curious about who Christina was.
But whoever she was, Christina must have been very important to him.
Vincent's trembling voice kept ringing in her ears, repeating "Christina."
Ava gently pushed Vincent's shoulder, "Vincent, I'm not Christina, I'm Ava, let go of me."
The trembling Vincent suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing Ava's words, his muddled consciousness gradually becoming clear.
He slowly released Ava, seeing her face clearly.
Instantly, Vincent jumped off the couch as if electrocuted, taking a few steps back.
Vincent seemed a bit at a loss. He raised his arm to look at his hands, he had almost strangled her just now.
Ava sat on the couch, touching her neck, which was still a bit swollen and very painful.
"Vincent, are you sick?" Ava asked cautiously.
She felt that Vincent was not only physically injured but also mentally hurt. What had he gone through?
He had almost strangled her just now, but seeing him like this, she couldn't blame him. It was obvious he didn't do it on purpose.
"Are you okay?" she asked again.
Vincent stood there, his tall figure seeming to shrink a bit, like a lost child, his bewildered eyes wandering in the air.
Ava lowered her head slightly, sighing helplessly.
She scratched her head and said, "Dinner is ready, go eat."
Thinking about the next few days she had to stay with him, she wondered how many more times Vincent would have hallucinations that Vincent mistook her for Christina or a bad person.
It seemed that next time he fell asleep, she should stay away from him.
"You come eat too." Vincent, usually cold and distant, now spoke without confidence, like a child who had done something wrong.
