Chapter 5 Love at First Sight, It's Fated

Vincent held the fragile body in his arms, realizing that just half an arm could nearly encircle her. His finely sculpted brows furrowed slightly.

Unconsciously, he lowered his head to get a closer look at the overly slender woman in his embrace, only for his chin to brush against the top of her head.

Her soft strands of hair tickled his skin, causing an inexplicable itch.

Shifting his gaze, his eyes landed on the delicate, porcelain-white nape of her neck.

He paused for a brief moment.

At that moment, Alsa stirred again. Feeling the numbness in her legs fade, she softly said,

"Thank you... I'm fine now..."

Something flickered in Vincent's mind, but he still carefully released her.

Only after confirming that she had steadied herself did he withdraw his hands.

"Are you okay?"

Alsa's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded.

"I'm fine! Sorry, my legs just went numb."

Vincent's lips curved slightly. "I know, no need to explain."

Such a simple sentence, yet Alsa hesitated for a second. A subtle bitterness welled up inside her, but she kept her expression composed.

"Thank you."

The old lady beside them had been startled by the incident. However, watching the interaction between the two now, her clear, wise eyes were filled with joy and satisfaction.

It seemed that her grandson wasn't completely clueless after all...

But Vincent? Clueless? Far from it.

Alsa stood in place for a moment. Remembering Elvis's words from earlier, she turned to the old lady and said,

"Madam, I have some things to take care of. Which room are you in? I'll visit you after I'm done."

"Over there! Do you see that door? Next time, you can enter from there..."

The old lady paused, a crafty glint flashing in her eyes.

"Why don't we exchange phone numbers? That way, we can keep in touch! Oh... but I don't have my phone with me!"

Mary, who was standing nearby, instinctively reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone, stepping forward.

"Madam-"

The old lady shot her a quick warning glance, and Mary immediately understood, retreating without another word.

"Vincent, quick! Save her number for me on your phone!"

Vincent lowered his gaze, fully aware of his grandmother's little schemes. Still, he retrieved a sleek black phone from his pocket and looked at Alsa.

"183..."

After entering her full number, Vincent put his phone away again.

Noticing how frail she looked in the cool air, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

A wave of warmth, tinged with a crisp, refreshing scent, enveloped Alsa. The lingering body heat from his jacket seeped into her skin.

"Keep it on. You're too cold," Vincent said in a neutral tone, his dark eyes calm and unwavering as he looked at her.

For some reason, Alsa felt a sudden warmth in her heart, and an unexpected stinging sensation crept into her eyes.

Who would have thought that in this moment, it was a man she had barely met who gave her the warmth and care she needed most?

But in the end, she still removed the jacket and handed it back to him.

"It's okay, I'll be back in my room soon. Otherwise, returning it later would be a hassle."

"A hassle?" Vincent frowned slightly. "So when you said you'd keep Grandmother company, was that just out of politeness?"

Alsa blinked in surprise and quickly shook her head.

"I will visit her."

She pressed the jacket into his hands, nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

Vincent stood still, watching her slender yet stubbornly aloof figure disappear into the distance. A flicker of light danced in his deep, dark eyes.

Grandmother?

She said it so naturally.

"Vincent."

The old lady suddenly spoke up. He turned his head and looked at her, a faintly amused smile in his gaze.

"What is it, Grandmother?"

She looked up at him, exasperated.

"You blockhead! Go and walk her back!"