Aimee's POV
"Alpha Vincent, is there any food you want? I can make it for you. Just let me know."
Alpha Vincent gave me a friendly smile. I was quite surprised to see him suddenly knocking on my bedroom door. I didn't know whether to complain or be happy about his arrival, as he wanted to spend time with me.
Honestly, I wanted to relax and sleep. But what could I say? I couldn't possibly chase him away. I didn't want to meet a tragic end like Agnez.
"Pasta? Can you make it for me? If you don't want to, Aimee, you don't have to."
"Of course, I'll do it. Do you like seafood?"
"Sure!"
"Perfect! Hold on, I'll be right back."
I immediately walked to the kitchen. My eyes felt heavy as I turned my body to move. I was still really sleepy.
