Chapter 36: An Encounter

"Just across you. I'm hungry... Please???" The person on the other line is growling like a bear, irritating Vince.

"Alright. We had just finished eating and were about to leave. There's a lot of food left." Frowning, Vince told the person on the other line. He wanted to end the call as soon as possible. "I'm hanging up now."

Vince didn't wait for the other person to reply. He had already ended the call before Hailey came back.

In the washroom, Hailey had already washed her hand and relieved herself by releasing the glasses of champagne she drank.

After then, she scanned her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks are flusher now. Is she a little drunk? But she feels alright. Maybe she was only pressured from a while back. Hailey scans her reflection, and her eyes land on her chest. She pulled her dress upward to hide more skin on her breasts as they displayed too much in front of Vince.

She wondered what is Vince's impression seeing her wearing this dress. Because, in her perspective, she was more like selling herself to him rather than playing the role of his fake mistress.

Having more perplexed thoughts, Hailey unties her hair and combs down. She divided it in half and finely pushed it in the front to cover her chest.

"It looks better," she mumbled.

Now it won't get much attention once they are strolling the market. However, she found another problem. It was because she pulled her dress upward. Now it almost showed her butt.

"Damn. Vince is right. I should wear the other one instead. Now it was like I'm showing my soul," she grumbled.

And it took her a while before she could get out of the washroom.

At the dining table, Vince looked at his wristwatch one more time. Hailey has been gone for over fifteen minutes. It worries him if she feels alright. In his mind, maybe her stomach was upset, and the food that caused it.

If so, he needs to question the chef if he properly cooked the food and what spices he used.

Vince waited another couple of minutes. Finally, Hailey came out of the washroom.

He sees that she has pulled down her hair, which now covers her chest. It hides someplace, but it is exposed somewhere else. But he almost spits out the champagne in his mouth after seeing how skimpy it turned out her dress was.

But he was more worried if she felt alright than concerning her dress. He asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine," she replied Vince.

Indeed, she looks fine. Vince thought, staring at Hailey's sweet smile. "I was talking about your stomach. It didn't upset?"

"Oh, no. I felt wonderful." Hailey was confused about why Vince was asking her about it. But then later, she recalls. It takes her a while before she returns, then Vince suspects that might be the case.

"That's a relief. Then, shall we?"

"Yep! Oh, wait..." Hailey walked toward the sofa to put on her high heels. But she realized it was a beautiful sight if she bent down. Vince would have a peep on her ass!

Hailey decides to sit on the couch first, then bend and reach for the stiletto. But Vince already had them in his hands, making her speechless when he squatted and put the shoes on her feet.

How many times did he bend down and kneel in front of her today?

He didn't need to do this as they were alone, and no other people showed their sweetness.

After Vince putting her shoes, he offers his elbow to hold on. She gladly held onto him and got up from the couch.

"Thank you," she said with bittersweet deep down her heart. 'He is making me miss him like this.' To end their agreement as soon as possible, will she get free? Once their contract is over, all these acts will end as well. But isn't that what she wanted?

"Small thing." He replied, putting his coat around her shoulder. "Here, it's getting colder."

'This is what I am talking about.' She was used to being taken care of by the boys, but Vince's gestures could only make her heartbeat crazily.

Hailey hid the sadness in her heart as they were now exiting Vince's yacht. The guy is attentive in guiding her to cross the boarding ramp.

However, when they were in the parking lot. It surprised her to see the two men getting out of the car parked nearby Vince's Lambo.

"Hey, cousin!"

Hailey froze after recognizing the person stepping out of a green Ferrari. But what surprised her more was seeing the other man. It was Vince's father, Fred Shen!

Hailey glanced at Vince, who uttered a surprising question. He does not know what is happening, and his family is here.

She turned her attention to the car. She wondered if Madam Hilda Lopez did come as well. But it looks like there's no other person in the vehicle.

"Dad? You're also here?" Vince asked with confusion. He threw a glare at Carl, who immediately reasoned out at him.

"Ah! I'm sorry, cousin. I was too hungry. I forget to mention that Uncle Fred is with me. We're going to fish tomorrow!"

'How dare this guy mess up with me?' Raising his one brow, he sneered at Carl.

"Really? Is it you have a class tomorrow?"

Vince was thinking about how Carl knew he was preparing a dinner at the yacht for Hailey. Now he ruins the night because of his nosiness.

Carl, who somewhat understood the fury in Vince's gazes, realized he had made a mistake.

It seemed like he had to explain that everything was just a coincidence, but he could not do that in front of Hailey. He has a reputation in the University, and begging Vince would be a huge embarrassment! For now, he will bear how Vince's stares were like daggers, murdering him.

"I'm sorry, cousin! I won't be careful next time!"

It tempted Hailey to cackle, but she suppressed her laugh, as she also felt awkward at this moment.

Vince's father is glancing at her. She was trying to pull Vince's coat to hide her skin. And Vince notices it. He took a few steps and used his body to hide her from the two men. She then casually slid her arms into the sleeves and fastened two buttons of Vince's coat.

Vince, who made such gestures, didn't hide this from Fred's eyes. It does surprise him to see his son and his girlfriend this evening. Carl didn't tell him that Vince was using his yacht at the moment. He thought it was Carl who ordered to bring food to the yacht. This bastard nephew of his needs a beating later tonight.

Now he didn't know how to answer Vince why he was here. But he could not ignore the scene he witnessed—his son displaying his intimate relationship with a girl, which impressed him.

He mused.

'When does my son start caring so much for a woman other than his sisters?'