Chapter 809

Jessie pushed open the door and walked in. "Vince, what's wrong?" Through the darkness, she sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around Vincent. As the scent of her perfume reached him, Vincent frowned deeply. He raised a hand to rub his temples but didn't say anything. Seeing that he hadn't pushed her away, Jessie grew bolder. She cupped his face with both hands, gently asking, "Vince, did you have another nightmare? It's been so long, and you're still not getting better. Should I call Dr. Hill and have him come over?" As she spoke, she reached for her phone. Suddenly, Vincent grabbed her wrist. "It's late. Let's not bother Dawson." "But your complexion looks awful, and—" And Dawson had made it clear that she should contact him at any time if Vincent ever showed any physical discomfort. Jessie owed everything she had to Dawson, so she always followed his instructions closely. Moreover, she was terrified that Vincent might dream about something—or worse, someone—that w