Chapter 447

Felix looked at Amie and sneered coldly. Suddenly, he released her, grabbed her arm, and shoved her into the car before driving off. The next morning, Tiffany woke up in Vincent's arms. He was already awake and staring at her with his empty, blind eyes. One of his hands was under her head while the other gently stroked her hair. His movements were so light and tender, as if he were afraid of waking her up. Tiffany watched him for a long time. They had both been utterly exhausted lately. Vincent looked especially worn out, far from the confident and dashing man he used to be. Now, he just looked pitiful. Suddenly, Tiffany leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Vincent stiffened, then flipped over and pressed her beneath him. "How long have you been awake?" "A little while," Tiffany replied. "Were you watching me?" Tiffany didn't respond. Since Vincent couldn't see her expression, he could only use his hands to feel her face. His fingers traced her lips repeatedly a