Chapter 938 Ways to Apologize
Vincent messed up, sure, but he's no kid. He's a big, strong guy. Yet right now, he looked as lost as a little boy, which was kinda funny in a way.
Ava got up from the couch, straightened her clothes, and headed to the dining room.
As she got close to the table, Vincent jumped up and said, "Hold on a sec."
He pulled out a chair for her. "Here, sit down."
He even laid out a napkin and poured her a drink.
Ava eyed him suspiciously, "What're you doing?"
"Have dinner," Vincent said, sitting down across from her.
He couldn't even look her in the eye, like he was avoiding her gaze.
Vincent loved Ava's cooking and had her make every meal.
"You should eat more," he told her.
Ava could tell he was trying to apologize.
She put down her fork and said, "Just say sorry, you don't have to do all this."
She wasn't used to it and she wasn't mad. She knew it wasn't on purpose; she could feel his sadness and fear.
Especially when he called out for Christina.
Vincent kept his head down, eating in silence.
Ava felt a bit helpless; Vincent was so awkward.
They finished dinner without a word. Ava got up to clear the dishes, but Vincent beat her to it and started cleaning up.
"I'll do it," Ava said, reaching for the plates, but Vincent was faster, dumping everything in the sink.
"I got this, you go relax," Vincent said.
Seeing how eager he was, Ava didn't argue.
It was nice to skip dish duty for once.
She went back to the couch in the living room. Vincent's phone was on the coffee table. She picked it up and saw it was locked.
She wanted to call William to let him know she was okay.
But her phone was dead and there was no charger that fit. She asked Vincent, and he just said he didn't have one. She wanted to go buy one, but he stopped her.
He was probably scared she'd run off.
She wondered how Sunny was doing.
'Just four more days,' she thought. She could handle it. In four days, she'd be out of here.
Vincent was clumsily washing the dishes, and she even heard a plate break, along with his curses.
Ava got up and went to the kitchen, "Need help?"
"No," Vincent said, turning his head, "I'll be done soon, go back to rest."
Ava shook her head and went back to the couch.
If he said he could handle it, she'd let him.
Vincent washed the dishes like he was in a battle, water splashing everywhere.
Finally done, he washed his hands and came back to the living room.
Ava looked up at his tall figure; he still seemed scared to look her in the eye.
He looked young, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
"It's okay, I'm not mad. I know you didn't mean it," Ava said.
Vincent turned to her, "Really?"
Ava nodded, "Yeah. Next time I won't get close while you fall asleep. If I need to wake you, I'll do it from a distance."
