Goodbye, My Love Book - Chapter: 1960

He felt an inexplicable discomfort at Loraine’s coldness, though they hadn’t known each other long.

He recognized this was not about romantic feelings, but rather resembled the sadness of seeing a once-favored junior turn away after feeling wronged.

Vincent understood that his previous words had hurt Loraine deeply.

This time, instead of arguing, he simply observed her.

He noticed her injuries, the absence of her shoes, and her once delicate feet now marred by dust and blood.

Vincent was struck by the gravity of the situation. It was clear that Loraine had just escaped from something perilous, evidenced by her solitary presence on this remote road.

Had he not been passing by, he might never have encountered her here.

With a deep sigh, Vincent removed his coat and draped it over Loraine’s shoulders, his tone gentle. “No matter what happened before, you need help now. Don’t be so stubborn.”

Then, a thought seemed to trouble him. He frowned and asked, “Where’s your boyfriend? He was quick to come to your rescue last time. Why isn’t he here today?”

Loraine reacted sharply, her posture tensing Like a cat on edge.

Without a word, she shrugged off the coat and handed it back to Vincent with a chilly look. Then she turned and walked away.

Despite her limp, her posture remained defiant.

Vincent heard her shakily calling a subordinate to pick her up and couldn’t help feeling a mix of frustration and concern.

Why was Loraine so determined to reject help? She was as unyielding as…

A vague memory flickered through his mind, but his concern for Loraine cut the thought short. He followed her at a distance and said softly, “Let me drive you to the hospital. My car is nearby. You’re seriously injured. What if it gets worse?”

But Loraine remained stoic and unresponsive.

Vincent shook his head, puzzled by her stubbornness, and murmured, “Who did she learn this stubbornness from?”

Just then, a voice called out, “Lorrie!”

Vincent looked up to see a young man running towards them, sweat beading on his forehead. He approached with obvious concern, asking, “Lorrie, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Vincent narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue, sensing that the man had an interest in Loraine, yet his observation skills seemed lacking. With her injuries so apparent, how could he still ask if it hurt?

Upon seeing Cayson, Loraine too appeared slightly taken aback. A thought flashed through her mind-why was he here?

Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed and her thoughts jumbled. She had no desire to ponder Cayson or Jaden’s intentions; she simply yearned for a quiet place to rest.

Yet, Cayson and Vincent continued to follow her.

After a brief silence, Loraine chose to follow Cayson into his car, finding Vincent’s presence more irksome by comparison.