Chapter 778

Tiffany was startled when she felt Vincent's grip tighten around her wrist. Despite his eyes being shut tight and no sign of waking, he was holding onto her hand with increasing strength. Feeling something was off, Tiffany leaned in and gently shook his shoulder. "Vincent? Vincent?" But Vincent didn't respond, as if he was trapped in a deep, troubled sleep or nightmare. Tiffany wanted to find Dawson, but Vincent's grip prevented her from leaving. She stayed by Vincent's side until dawn when he finally began to awaken. Tiffany had dozed off beside him. As Vincent stirred, he felt a numbness in his left hand and stiffness around his wrist. When he opened his hand, he realized he had been gripping Tiffany's wrist the whole time. The area he had been holding was bruised. Seeing the bruise, Vincent's gaze darkened. He touched the bruised area gently with his fingertips, feeling a pang of regret. Tiffany stirred at the gentle touch on her wrist and looked up, her face lighting up. "Vin