Lacy's POV
"I'll take my leave." Celeste makes sure to look at me after giving Vincent the peck, and she bumps into me when walking out.
"I'll leave too." Vincent's mother still looks stunned as she smiles at her son and follows Celeste out.
Once she slams the door, Vincent and I are shrouded in silence.
He turns away from me and lies back down on the bed while I stand there staring at him.
I snap out of it and turn to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I spin back to see him staring at me.
"My room," I reply blandly. Why was he asking me that?
"Can you help me pour a cup of water? The doctor said I shouldn't stress myself."
Is he being real?
"I can't. It's not stated in the contract for me to tend to you when you're sick."
His eyes go wide, and his nostrils flare. Oh, how n
