Chapter 954 Vincent and Selene 2
Vincent took a deep breath and turned to Selene. "Where's your phone? Call someone!"
Selene hadn't fully recovered from the shock, staring at Vincent's angry face. "Why are you yelling at me?"
Looking at her phone, her expression fell. "You broke my phone when you knocked it out of my hand! You owe me for this."
Vincent's frustration mounted. He'd come upstairs to get some sleep and deliberately left his phone behind to avoid Lily's calls. Now Selene's phone was broken too...
"I saw him go upstairs. He definitely didn't leave," came a voice from outside.
Suddenly, there was movement at the door.
Vincent instinctively pulled Selene into a corner, covering her mouth. "Don't make a sound."
Selene was terrified, hardly daring to breathe.
Outside, several men approached the therapy room door. "It's locked from the outside, so nobody's in there anymore. I told you to watch carefully! Did you even see when he left?"
The men walked away, still arguing among themselves.
Vincent exhaled with relief. These were the same men from the alley—they were definitely after his life.
He'd known for some time that these weren't Murray family men; the Murrays wouldn't go so far as to kill him. These were Muskow operatives, working for the mysterious figure who'd been supporting the Cunningham family from the shadows.
This person appeared to be helping the Cunninghams, but in reality, they were dragging the entire family into dangerous territory.
The Cunningham Group was already in a precarious position—if they got further entangled, they might never recover.
"What do we do now?" Selene whispered.
Vincent shot her an exasperated look. "How should I know?"
Fortunately, Connor's office had a shared telephone. Vincent walked to the reception area only to discover the phone was locked in a drawer.
"Who in their right mind locks a shared phone in a drawer?" Vincent was beside himself. He'd never felt so helpless in his life.
Selene stood in the corner, fiddling with her broken phone. "You still owe me for my phone."
"Will you give it a rest?" Vincent snapped, his patience wearing thin.
Selene persisted. "Go ahead, be angry. You still need to pay for my phone. Liam just gave it to me—it cost six thousand dollars."
Vincent, not wanting to engage further, rubbed his temples and walked back to the therapy room. "Just be quiet and let me sleep."
Selene looked around. Besides the hypnotherapy bed in the treatment room, there was nowhere else to sleep properly. She certainly couldn't spend the night curled up on that tiny sofa.
"Liam! Let us out!" she suddenly called toward the door.
Vincent started, moving toward the entrance. "Liam's here?"
Selene darted into the therapy room and sprawled across the hypnotherapy bed. "So comfortable..."
Vincent stood frozen, taking a moment to realize he'd been tricked.
He rubbed his temples again. After several sleepless nights, all he wanted was a good rest.
Walking to the doorway, he looked at Selene lying on the bed. "I'll give you fifty thousand dollars, plus compensation for your phone, if you get off that bed."
Selene's drowsiness vanished instantly. She turned to look at him. "How much?"
Vincent frowned, thinking he'd offered too little. "Sixty thousand."
Selene sat up abruptly. "Are you serious?"
"I don't lie," Vincent said, raising an eyebrow.
Her inner opportunist awakened. "Give it to me now."
Vincent gritted his teeth. "Do I look like I have my phone with me?"
Selene's mind worked rapidly. "There's paper and pen here. Write me an IOU for tomorrow."
Vincent's chest tightened with annoyance, but he ground out, "Fine."
Selene jumped off the bed, her attitude transforming completely. Suddenly deferential, she gestured toward the bed. "Mr. Hamilton, please, make yourself comfortable."
She rushed to find paper and pen.
Lying on the bed, Vincent suddenly felt mischievous. When Selene returned, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I'm going to sleep now."
"But you—" Selene realized she'd been played. "You don't keep your word!"
Vincent turned on his side, facing away from her.
Selene's eyes reddened with anger.
Vincent smiled to himself, assuming she would give up. To his shock, before he could react, she climbed onto the narrow hypnotherapy bed beside him.
Vincent was stunned. Did she have no sense of boundaries between men and women?
Selene didn't care. She turned her back to him, pushing him toward the edge. "Liar!" she muttered, then promptly fell asleep.
Vincent took a deep breath, too shocked to feel sleepy anymore.
She was the first woman who'd climbed into his bed without seeing him as a man at all.
"Are you actually a woman?" he teased.
He must have been truly bored to find Selene amusing.
"I'm not a woman, I'm a man," Selene mumbled. "For the right price, I can be whatever you want."
Vincent genuinely laughed at that.
Surprisingly, he didn't mind Selene's presence and even shifted to make room for her.
"Why are people always trying to kill you?" Selene asked. "Are you just that awful? You weren't fair to Liam either. Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?"
Vincent didn't turn around. "You don't understand anything."
"Maybe not, but those men in the alley were terrifying. They wanted you dead! That's the kind of thing that only happens in TV shows!"
"You should apologize to the people you've wronged. Be nicer to others. Stop deceiving people. Maybe then fewer people would want to hunt you down," Selene concluded, convinced Vincent must be a terrible person.
"Are you lecturing me?" Vincent found this amusing.
Selene huffed. "I guess I'm not qualified to lecture someone as rich as you..."
After a moment of silence, Vincent asked, "What was your name again?"
"Selene!" she replied angrily, offended that he couldn't remember her name despite her having worked as his chef for days, watching him and Lily flaunt their relationship.
Vincent fell silent.
This innocent young woman truly lived in a different world from his.
Selene eventually drifted off to sleep on the narrow bed.
When she woke, she found herself alone, covered with Vincent's jacket. He was nowhere to be seen.
Selene was surprised that Vincent had bothered to cover her. Perhaps he wasn't completely beyond redemption after all.
Rubbing her eyes and stretching, she left the therapy room.
It was still early, and the nurses hadn't arrived to open the clinic. Vincent sat grimly on the sofa—he'd come for sleep but ended up sitting awake all night after she took the bed.
Selene felt a twinge of guilt. "Thanks for the jacket."
"Don't read into it. I was hot," Vincent replied coolly.
Selene sat beside him. "See, you could have just accepted my thanks and earned some goodwill. Why do you have to be so cold?"
Vincent found her chatter irritating. "Be quiet."
"My phone was worth six thousand, but accounting for depreciation, let's say you owe me forty-five hundred. I'm taking a loss here," Selene persisted, returning to the matter of her phone.
"Are you obsessed with money?" Vincent scrutinized her.
Selene fell silent.
The door opened from outside, and a startled nurse stared at them. "How did you two... were you locked in here all night?"
Vincent merely grunted and walked out.
Selene hurried after him, grabbing his belt loop. "You can't leave without paying me!"
Vincent was shocked—she was the first woman who'd ever dared to grab him by the belt!
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