Chapter 942 Leaving Early
"Doesn't it?" Ava shot back.
Vincent set the key down next to her hand. "I'd call this more of a deal."
Ava grabbed the car key, gripping it tightly. "Why do I get to leave early?"
Vincent finished his beer and then took Ava's barely touched one, downing it in one go. His eyes looked empty.
"Because it's time for me to wake up from this dream. You're not Christina. I'm just holding onto fake memories," Vincent said.
If this kept up, he'd get more tangled up, maybe even trap Ava here forever as his Christina, but that was never gonna happen.
Ava stared at him, about to say something, but Vincent had told her over and over not to bring up Christina. So she swallowed her words and just watched him silently.
Sadness lingered in his eyes, but he masked it with a smile.
"Sorry for hurting your neck. People try to kill me a lot, so I'm always on edge, even when I'm asleep. Any little movement, and I think it's danger," Vincent apologized.
"Why do so many people want to kill you? If you don't mind sharing, I won't tell anyone," Ava's curiosity about Vincent grew. She felt like he had a lot of stories hidden away.
He wasn't like most people.
"Because I've killed a lot of people, wiped out entire families, didn't even spare the dogs," Vincent said, clenching his fists, his brows furrowing, and a fierce look in his eyes.
Ava was terrified. "Whose families did you kill?"
"A lot of people," Vincent said calmly, turning to look at her. "So many I can't even count. Blood flowed like rivers."
Ava got nervous, clasping her hands together, sweat forming in her palms.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why?" Vincent laughed. "Killing is just killing. Is there a reason? Just think of me as a homicidal maniac."
"But you're not. I want to know why you did it," Ava insisted.
Sure, there were maniacs who killed for no reason, just because they were twisted. But she didn't think Vincent was one of them.
Vincent leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was rare for someone to believe in him like this.
After a moment, he started, "I used to live here with Christina. She always kept the place spotless and cooked for me. So I ended up not knowing how to do housework, only how to fight and kill."
"But once, Christina had a breakup. She was out of it every day. She didn't eat or sleep, didn't do laundry, just piled up dirty clothes and wore mine," Vincent turned to look at her. "The shirt you wore last time, she wore it too. I thought she had come back to me when I saw you in that shirt."
Ava stayed silent. No wonder he looked at her that way then, like he was seeing someone else.
Vincent went on, "During that time, I took care of Christina, cooked for her, did her laundry. I even went and beat up that heartbreaker, Virgil Newman. But when I came back, Christina blamed me, threw a fit. She loved Virgil too much."
Ava's lips moved slightly.
