A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

She took a change of clothes from the bathroom, got undressed and got in the shower.

Sensing his approach, the showerhead automatically released hot water.

She remained anchored to the ground, feeling the hot water falling on her head. She slowly closed her eyes, surrounded by warmth. She felt an indescribable sense of security.

Her hand inadvertently slipped to her lips, and she remembered that she had taken the initiative to kiss Vicki just then.

She still seemed to be able to feel the softness of Vicki’s lips.

His throat moved involuntarily. She quickly opened her eyes and did her best to forget the ambiguous scene in her mind.

Strange, why would someone like Vincent have an inferiority complex as a child?

Could it be that Vincent was very insecure when he was young?

Lyana narrowed her eyes slightly. She had to investigate what happened to Vincent when he was young.

Perhaps after careful investigation, Vicki’s personality might merge with Vincent’s.

As Lyana had planned, she took a shower. After taking a shower, she wiped her body and went out. As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she found someone standing there.

She jumped up and clutched her chest with one hand. She knew it was him, but she was still shocked.

It must be the aftermath of his forced kiss with Vicki. She felt guilty!

Lyana glanced down at her gray pajamas and slowly looked up. Before she could confirm who he was, she realized he was taking a step towards her.

At that time, they were only a foot apart.

This distance made Lyana uncomfortable and oppressed. She silently took a step back and stared into his eyes without blinking.

His gaze was extremely deep.

Vicki’s look was innocent. In other words, the person standing in front of her was not Vicki.

Was it Vincent or Chuan?

Lyana was really curious to know how her personality had changed.

Lyana’s mind races. As long as she didn’t call anyone by name, that was no problem.

– Why are you here ?

She asked, still staring at Vincent.

The latter looked down at Lyana and asked in a soft and calm voice:

– You’re afraid of me ?

– No.

She quickly shook her head and said:

– I thought you were asleep. I didn’t expect you to come.

– I am awake.

Vincent’s expression changed slightly. He remembered sitting in the pavilion before, but he couldn’t remember anything after that.

– I heard movement in your room, so I came.

Lyana pursed her lips slightly, staring unflinchingly at the man in front of her.

That’s right, it was Vincent.

Vincent was usually sober, and his voice was calm and poised.

She heaved a sigh of relief. Vincent must have completely forgotten about Vicki, just like before.

As Lyana was deep in thought, her hand was grabbed.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She jumped and looked up at Vincent. Instinctively, she wanted to pull her hand away, but she was afraid Vincent would be angry, so she didn’t.

The place he was holding was extremely hot. The heat spread from his wrist to all parts of his body. She did not withdraw her hand, but let Vincent hold it.

– Why are you taking a bath here?

Lyana’s heart instantly sank. Could it be that Vincent has Vicki’s memories?

Or was Vincent just asking by chance?

A slight smile appeared on Lyana’s face and she casually explained

– At that time, you were asleep. I was afraid to wake you up, so I came here.

– It’s not noisy.

When Lyana heard Vincent’s words, she looked up at him and accidentally met his dark eyes.

There seemed to be a hint of softness in his eyes compared to usual.

It’s strange.

Why had Vincent suddenly become so sweet?

Lyana didn’t dare to speak. She could only follow Vincent obediently.

When she returned to Vincent’s room, she noticed that he had closed the door. His heart started pounding.

She asked cautiously,

– Shouldn’t we sleep separately?

– Eh?

– Lucas is still at home. If he finds out we’re sleeping together, won’t he be unhappy?

As she spoke, Lyana reached out to open the door.

– No, Vincent said.

Lyana was slightly stunned.

– He likes you.

Lyana smiled and continued:

– But being his aunt and being his stepmother are different for him.

Vincent lowered his gaze slightly to look at Lyana. His eyes were calm as he lifted his hand to stroke her face.