Chapter 81

Vincent Wilson was having a lucky day.

He'd been aimlessly strolling the streets when a captivating sight caught his eye.

Near the bloodmobile, a woman in a pale blue dress moved with graceful efficiency. Her upright posture and gentle gestures radiated the quiet confidence of a medical professional.

Whipping out his phone, he snapped several photos of the elegant figure and immediately shared them in his group chat.

The chat exploded.

"Damn, that silhouette is killer!"

"Vincent, we need a front view!"

He typed smugly: "Privacy laws, idiots. Annabelle's a law student—you want Alexander coming after you?"

The mention of Alexander Hamilton silenced the group momentarily.

Then the messages came faster.

"Bet she's a back-view beauty!"

Vincent scoffed. "I've seen her face."

"Well?"

"Let's just say," he paused dramatically, "I might've found my soulmate."

"Meet your sister-in-law in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? Yeah right!"

Tucking away his phone, Vincent adjusted his collar and strode toward the bloodmobile.

The donation station stood nearly deserted.

Evelyn Carter, still nursing her leg injury, had finished organizing supplies and now sat quietly reading.

Suddenly, shadows fell across her book.

"Hello, are you here to donate? Please register first—" She looked up into amused eyes.

Vincent leaned both hands on her table, invading her space. "Tell me, beautiful, are there any perks to donating blood?"

His cologne overwhelmed her senses.

Evelyn subtly leaned back, though her injury limited her movement. "You'll receive a blood donation certificate and small gifts. Priority access if you ever need transfusions."

He raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a curse."

Straightening, he flipped through her medical textbook.

She swiftly slid it into a drawer. "You misunderstand."

One glance told her this playboy wasn't here to donate.

"Olivia," she called to a nurse, "this gentleman has questions about donation."

A young nurse hurried over eagerly. "Sir, you're donating? Wonderful! We've had so few today—"

"That few?" Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Quotas to meet?"

"No quotas, but the blood bank's critically low!"

His lips curved. "I'll bring a hundred donors. Give me her contact info."