Wrath and rage filled Vincent's eyes, but upon seeing Elaine's look of terror, he gradually calmed down.
After a long while, he said, "He is fine and alive."
Elaine breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, he did something wrong, and I hate him for it, but no matter what, he is my brother. I can never change this fact."
The incident revealed Paul's character clearly. She decided that she would not do anything to him anymore, but she couldn't ignore him.
"Mr. Bradbury, please let me see him and let him go. I will bring him back to my hometown." She sat upright and stared at him. "Please."
Mr. Bradbury?
Vincent narrowed his eyes at the title. "What did you just call me?"
Expressionless, Elaine repeated, "Mr. Bradbury."
After staring at her for a long while, Vincent finally smirked but the coldness in his eyes sent chills down her spine.
Upon hearing his creepy laugh, Elaine felt edgy and unsettled.
He seemed to be angry.
But there was a smile on his face, although it was a sneer.
Darting her eyes as she didn't dare to look straight at him, she pursed her lips and pleaded softly, "He is my only brother. I can't let anything happen to him, or my parents will kill me. Please, let me see him. I'm begging you..."
She begged him over and over again, but he remained unmoved.
He had been sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her expressionlessly.
Gradually, Elaine felt as if her hope dwindled.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door followed by a maid's voice, "Sir, the food is ready."
"Come in."
Said Vincent.
With that, the maid opened the door and came in with a tray in her hand.
Then, she put the tray on the table and quietly went out.
Getting up from the bed, he beckoned, "Come and eat."
This time, it was Elaine's turn to remain unmoved.
Turning to look at her, Vincent squinted and spat,
"Do you want me to bring the food to you?"
After that, he chuckled, "I haven't served anyone else food in bed. You are the first one."
Then, he lifted the tray and went straight to her.
She shouted, "I don't want to eat. Put it there!"
He frowned at her reaction. The eyebrows of Vincent slightly sank. "What is this? A hunger strike?"
Elaine glared at him quietly.
Of course, she didn't think about starving herself as it would do harm to her own health, but she didn't want to eat anything from him.
It felt as if she would somehow be connected to him if she did, and she didn't want that to happen.
Therefore, she would rather starve for a whole day than eat anything in this house.
Instead, Vincent came over with the tray in his hand and stood in front of her. "Get up and eat. Don't let me repeat it."
Silently, she turned her head away and did not look at him.
Vincent slightly raised his brows. This was a sign before he got angry.
If it were someone else, he would have thrown the tray to her directly, or let someone tie her up, pry open her mouth, and poured all the food into her
mouth.
Anyone who went against him would come to no good end.
But this person in front of him wasn't someone else.
She was the woman he was interested in now.
If he really did use such a crude method on her, she would not be able to withstand it.
She was so petite and fragile as if a gust of wind could carry her away easily. Brute force would certainly harm her.
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