Chapter 36

These seem to be the rare times that Vincent is so gentle with me that he turns into a different person. In my heart, a sudden fear of being speechless, Vincent's question from yesterday, repeated in my head.

He wants to make up for me, every action, every gentle gesture. Could it be like Clement said, my mother is dead, and Vincent is hiding from me, so he feels guilty about wanting to make up for me?

This thought made my whole body tremble; I dodged Vincent's touch, leaned back in my chair, and spoke. "I'm a bit tired; let's go home."

Vincent stared at me momentarily; he didn't ask much, then started the car.

During the journey, we did not say a word to each other, but we all had our thoughts in our hearts.

When the car turned through a dark road, my eyes seemed to sink into the night; I asked. "What I told you the other day, when can I visit my mother." I lowered my face so that Vincent wouldn't see my anguished expression and choked. "I miss her."

The car suddenly bounced up and t