After making Tilla surrender with his cunning tactics, Vincent finally walked around the chair and stood in front of Tilla once more.
“Okay. Tell me what’s been bothering you. And I promise that I won’t…” He lifted his hand in front of his face and pointed his index finger at Tilla’s back.
Tilla quickly slid away from the edge of the chair and pushed herself back until her back rested well against the cold backrest of the chair. She had no intention of letting Vincent touch her bare back in the name of applying the medicine.
However, she was also unwilling to share what was really bothering her. At least right now, she didn’t think that letting Vincent take care of the unnecessary rumors about them would be a good choice. She could see it potentially backfiring at her in the future.
Thus, Tilla took a deep breath and turned her head to the side to peek at the open door of the bedchamber.
