Blanche’s POV
I found myself at a complete loss for words after hearing Vincent say that—honestly, I had no idea how to respond.
After what felt like forever, I finally looked up at him and whispered, “Vincent, what’s the point of all this?”
Vincent must have known what I was about to say because he didn’t want to hear it. He cut me off quickly, “Enough. Just drink some water.”
Vincent carefully lifted the water cup again, bringing the straw to my lips with such gentle attention.
My throat felt like sandpaper, so I didn’t resist and gulped down two large mouthfuls.
Watching me drink, Vincent’s smile was soft as he coaxed, “That’s my Sweetheart.”
Heat flooded my cheeks instantly at his teasing tone—the way he spoke made me feel like some shy little girl.
I stayed quiet, lying back down flat and deliberately turning away from him, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs.
I noticed the IV bag had run dry and glanced at Vincent. “Could you change that for me?”
