When I didn’t respond with the anger or inferiority she had expected, Evelyn hugged herself tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Vincent, I’m so cold," she said.
Without hesitation, Vincent carried her to his master bedroom and ran hot water for her bath. He even went to the kitchen to prepare ginger tea for her, following an online recipe.
Later that night, when I went out to get water because I was thirsty, I heard intimate, breathless sounds coming from Vincent’s room and my heart clenched in pain.
His careful and gentle coaxing of her was so different from the unrestrained way he treated me. With me, he had never shown a shred of tenderness.
But with Evelyn, he treated her as if she were a precious treasure.
Every time I begged him to stop, he would only become more relentless, claiming he was madly in love with me.
Especially when Mrs. Cross wasn’t home, his behavior was completely out of control. Once even landing me in the hospital.
The doctor scolded him, saying that if he truly loved me, he should cherish me instead of indulging in such excess.