Vincent's expression was grave. From Dorothy's demeanor, he could tell she didn't agree with him.
However, he lost too much because of Jeffrey...
He swallowed hard, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, hoping the nicotine would ease his tension.
Noticing Dorothy's disapproval, he remembered they were in a hospital. With a wry smile, he put the cigarette away.
"Everything Jeffrey does is meant to provoke me and to rile me up. He flirted with you in front of everyone, showed an interest in you, and even saved you today. He did all this to achieve the same goal. He wants to determine how important you are to me. Would you believe me?"
Dorothy bit her lip, her heart racing. She clutched the bed sheet tightly. "I believe you. I never thought he had any genuine affection for me. All I've see
