Chapter 960 Vincent Asks Selene to Accompany Him
Vincent gritted his teeth and transferred $5,000 to Selene.
Starting low was strategic—offering too much upfront might scare her off.
Selene accepted the money instantly, sending back a thank you emoji.
Selene: [Wow! What can I do for you? Have you eaten? Need me to bring dinner?]
"Yes," Vincent replied with a single word, setting his phone aside and closing his eyes contentedly.
Selene was quick—the Raymond Group dormitories were just a short distance from this building, which explained why Liam had sent her to pick up medication last time.
Fifteen minutes later, Selene burst in carrying a hamburger.
Rushing into the therapy room, she handed the burger to Vincent, who was lying there peacefully.
"Deluxe burger, just for you!" Selene announced excitedly. "Hurry, eat it while it's hot, or it won't taste as good."
Vincent frowned at her chattiness but made no move to send her away.
Sitting up, he sniffed the burger before digging in without ceremony.
Selene was surprised—she'd expected him to turn his nose up at it.
Yet he was eating with obvious enjoyment.
"Good, right?" Selene asked with a smile.
"It's acceptable," Vincent replied. For once, he didn't have anything mean to say.
"Of course it is! The lady who makes them has been in business for fifteen years. A fifteen-year-old establishment can't serve bad food—it's all repeat customers." Selene sat nearby, watching him. "So, what did you need me for?"
Vincent thought for a moment, realizing he didn't actually have a reason. "I was hungry."
Selene nodded. A $5,000 delivery fee for a hamburger—worth it.
She found herself looking at Vincent more favorably now.
Seeing he was almost finished, Selene quickly handed him bottled water, then wet wipes, embodying top-tier service.
Vincent gave her a sidelong glance. Money really could make people jump through hoops.
Right then, Vincent was genuinely glad he was rich—money really could buy a bit of emotional value, after all.
Vincent opened the water bottle but fumbled slightly, causing water to run down his jawline, over his Adam's apple, and onto his shirt...
The scene was unexpectedly sensual, and as Selene felt her ears burn, she couldn't help but notice just how impossibly—seductively—handsome Vincent was.
A grown man with long hair, yet without a hint of femininity—as striking as if he'd stepped out of a manga.
Taking a deep breath, Selene swallowed hard. This was dangerous—she was getting starry-eyed again.
"You've finished eating, so I should go. It's late, and it's not safe for a man and woman to be alone together," Selene said, pointing toward the door, ready to slip away.
Vincent's lips curled upward. Now she was concerned about propriety? "What are you afraid of? That I might do something to you?"
"No, no, no," Selene shook her head quickly. "I meant it's not safe for you. You're so handsome—I'm afraid I might do something to you."
Vincent raised an eyebrow and handed her the water bottle. "Wipes."
Selene hurried forward to give him the wet wipes.
She stared at him, slightly mesmerized by his good looks.
"Why do you keep your hair long?" Selene asked boldly.
Truly, ignorance was bliss.
No one in Vincent's circle had ever dared ask him this question.
He kept his hair long partly to distinguish himself from Ethan—he refused to live as someone else's shadow, determined to be his own person.
The other reason was more personal. As a child, shortly after being adopted by the Hamilton family, he'd been frail and had endured multiple kidnappings and threats, which had traumatized him and made him ill for a long time.
Tom's mother Juniper had stayed by his side, telling him, "Boys with long hair live longer—the messengers of death won't be able to find them..."
Since then, he'd kept his hair long.
"Does it look bad?" Vincent had expected to be angry at the question, but for some reason, he found himself caring about this insignificant person's opinion.
Selene waved her hands frantically. "No, it looks amazing."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she covered it in horror. Why had she blurted out her true thoughts?
Vincent's lips curved into a smile as he picked up his phone to send a message.
After giving Selene a few tasks, Vincent indicated she could leave.
Selene felt like a prisoner granted pardon and dashed out.
Vincent leaned back on the bed, a smile playing on his lips.
Not long after, Selene returned, dejected and hanging her head...
Because the door had been locked from the outside again.
"These security guards are too diligent," Selene muttered.
Vincent, however, was completely calm as he patted the 3.9-foot small bed. "Sleep here?"
Selene shook her head quickly, smiling nervously. "No, no, you go ahead. You take the bed."
He was paying, so she'd sit up all night if necessary.
Vincent tilted his chin. "Come here."
As if under a spell, Selene approached and lay down stiffly beside him, trying to occupy as little space as possible.
Now, Selene marveled at her own audacity from the other night—how had she dared to fight Vincent for the bed?
"Afraid of me?" Vincent asked curiously. She hadn't been afraid at all a few days ago.
"It's not fear, it's reverence. You're my generous patron," Selene began flattering him.
Vincent smiled and lay down beside her, surprisingly finding himself growing drowsy.
"How strange..." he murmured.
"If you're afraid of me, you can sit by the bed and watch over me. Keep me company tonight, and I'll pay you fifty thousand dollars," Vincent said casually.
Selene sat up immediately, grabbing a stool to sit beside the bed, eyes fixed intently on Vincent. "Mr. Hamilton, I sell my services, not myself. What exactly do you mean by 'keep you company tonight'?"
Vincent's mouth twitched as he rubbed his brow. Was it too late to take back his offer?
"Well... you're quite confident about yourself. You just need to watch over me, ready to attend to my needs," Vincent closed his eyes, settling back to sleep peacefully.
"I understand completely—like servants who attend to a king while he sleeps. I'll be your servant, watching over you while you sleep," Selene said excitedly.
Even watching over God all night wouldn't earn her fifty thousand dollars.
Most importantly, Vincent actually paid what he promised.
"Your phone keeps lighting up. Someone's calling you," Selene whispered, embodying the principles of a good servant.
Vincent frowned slightly. "Ignore it..."
But the caller was persistent, calling again and again.
Selene's mind constructed a dramatic scenario: Vincent had been emotional lately, spending money recklessly—perhaps his relationship with that woman Lily had ended? Had she betrayed him?
Very possible. When traveling with Liam, she'd seen Lily being intimate with different men at luxury hotels several times. That woman definitely wasn't a good person.
Vincent was sound asleep, deeply so.
"Vincent?" Suddenly, Lily's voice echoed through the empty office.
The door had been locked, and Lily, desperate to find Vincent, had come here.
This was Lily's first visit—Vincent had always said he didn't want anyone disturbing his therapy sessions.
But Lily, worried he was still angry with her, couldn't help coming.
Selene, who had been dozing off, was startled awake and stumbled out groggily.
Lily stood outside, her expression immediately darkening. "You. Why are you here? Where's Vincent?"
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