Chapter 7: Training

Vincent didn't immediately respond, instead taking several puffs of his cigarette before chuckling lightly. "Yes, I do."

Perhaps it was the effect of the tobacco, or maybe some indescribable desire at play, but in any case, his voice grew even huskier.

Bethany only realized afterward that she seemed to have unintentionally flirted with him.

She stopped playing with her hair, cleared her throat, and said, "Thank you for delivering the clothes so late. Let's exchange contacts. You can send me the bills and medical fees, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Vincent remained silent for a while before agreeing, "You can friend me just by searching for my phone number."

"Alright, it's late. I'm going to bed. Goodbye." Bethany hurriedly hung up the phone.

She friended Vincent on WhatsApp and was about to change out of her lingerie when a message from him popped up.

Vincent said, [Wear it out tomorrow.]

Bethany frowned. She was about to refuse when another message came through. [This is one of the steps in the treatment. Do you want to cooperate? It's your decision.]

There was no hint of frivolity or lewdness in his words.

Bethany could even imagine his current expression, sitting on the sofa, playing with his phone with an air of coolness and seriousness.

She should trust him.

She had indeed felt excited when looking at herself in the mirror just now, indicating that this treatment plan was feasible.

For the sake of her health, Bethany agreed.

Vincent made another request. [Remember to inform me before you go out.]

Bethany was puzzled. [Why?]

Vincent replied mysteriously, [You'll know when the time comes.]

Bethany didn't press further. She asked the man for the bill, totaling 600 dollars. After transferring the money, she went to sleep peacefully.

With money, the treatment could be treated cleanly.

Meanwhile, in Orkta City.

In a large flat located in the city center, a broad figure was seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights were dim, and amidst the swirling smoke, Vincent leaned back heavily on the sofa, his rugged contours blurred by desire.

Closing his eyes, the irresistible image of Bethany appeared in his mind.

She was wearing the lingerie he had personally selected, standing in front of the mirror talking to him on the phone, every breath falling clearly into his ears...

The unprecedented stimulation made his Adam's apple bob.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Vincent got up, went straight to the bathroom, and let the cold water wash over him bit by bit, trying to regain his composure.

But the more he tried to calm down, the more his desire surged.

In the end, he opened his crimson eyes and made up his mind.

This time, he wouldn't let Bethany slip away again.

Even if she was engaged, he would snatch her back.

...

The next day.

Bethany woke up late. After getting up, washing up, and having a bite to eat, she hurried off to the studio.

Before leaving, she sent a message to the male doctor. He replied only after she arrived at the studio.

Vincent said, [I was busy just now. Are you at the studio?]

At that moment, Bethany was mixing paintings. She casually picked up her phone and took a photo to send over.

This time, the response came almost instantly, [What are you preparing to paint?]

Bethany typed a few words, [The theme for this one is love and taboo, but I haven't decided where to start.]

Vincent asked, [Need me to help you find inspiration?]

Bethany didn't take it seriously. [You? But you are a doctor. How could you help me with the drawing?]

Vincent countered, [Are you the only one in the studio?]

Bethany instinctively replied, but the next moment, she had a strong premonition that a new round of training was about to begin.