A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Everyone in the room stared at Wendy differently now, especially Rayson. Living with the Nightshires? Rayson knew that Susanne was searching for a suitable spouse for Vinson. Could she be that person? But what about Ms. Moore? “What are you doing here?” questioned Vinson. “I made some dessert earlier, and there’s extra, so Ms. Stone asked me to bring it here for you to share with the others,” replied Wendy as she raised the dessert in her hands.

At the same time, Arielle, who was delivering materials on behalf of the filming director, halted her steps by the door. As she noticed Vinson and the woman standing there looking at each other, all she wanted to do was put the items down and leave as quickly as possible. “No, thanks,” Vinson refused. “I don’t eat desserts.” Wendy froze. “But Ms. Stone said you love dessert.” “I used to. Not anymore, though.

Now I only like to eat ravioli.” Upon hearing his words, the materials fell from Arielle’s hands, which created a loud sound, causing everyone in the room to look at her. Noticing their attention on her, Arielle apologized before running out of the room with a flushed face. Vinson stared at her back with a small smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Wendy as she, too, looked at the woman who had just left in a hurry.

Recalling the conversation between Vinson and Susanne this morning, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. Oh, so it’s her. She’s merely a café waitress. Susanne definitely won’t fancy her. But how did she manage to get Vinson to notice her? No, I can’t let this be. She’s not suitable for Vinson. If anything, I’m the only perfect match for him. When Vinson was about to chase after Arielle, Wendy pulled him back by the corner of his shirt. “The dessert, Vinson,” she said meekly.

almost pitied her. However, when they thought Vinson was going to show some compassion toward her, he relentlessly pulled his shirt back before fishing out his branded handkerchief to wipe the spot that she had touched. Then, he threw the expensive cloth in the trashcan

mistake, I’ll let you bring it back home. Also, tell my

eyes reddened as she bit her lip before running out of the room. They will pay for humiliating me like this, especially that stupid waitress! On the other side, Vinson ran as fast as possible and finally

I seem to have no control over which direction to go to. Not looking him in the eye, Arielle lowered her head. “The shooting’s finished, so I’m going home. Where else can I go?” Vinson

first. I’ll drive you home later.” Staring at the taxi that was driving away, Arielle inhaled deeply before turning to the man. “What is it?” “Um, I have nothing to do with that woman earlier. I’m not even familiar with her. My mom’s the one who let her stay in our house, so please don’t get the wrong idea,” he