A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Arielle was at a loss for words. Somehow, part of her felt happy, but another part of her felt disappointed, and she didn’t know why she was having these feelings. “Oh,” she replied in the end, not knowing what else to say. “You said you have something to ask me? What is it?” Hearing her question, Vinson remembered the question he initially wanted to ask before getting carried away with the whole Wendy affair.

“About being my pretend girlfriend. Have you thought of the answer yet?” Arielle was stupefied because she had forgotten everything about this. “Um… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “What if I end up getting in the way of your suitors? I heard that your mom’s looking for a partner for you.” “That is exactly why I need you to be my pretend girlfriend.

Truthfully, that woman from earlier was a blind date my mom had set up for me, but I want to marry someone of my choice, so I need your help.” “I see,” replied Arielle. “Since it’s a blind date, I think you should go along with it. That woman has the looks, to be frank.” “She’s not my type.” “Then what is your type?” “Um…” Vinson stared at her intently with mouth agape. “As long as it’s not someone like her. Please help me.”

if I help you?” “You can enjoy all the benefits of being Mrs. Nightshire.” Arielle smiled. “I’ll consider it.” “For real?” Vinson’s eyes lit up. Letting out a cough, Arielle uttered, “Let’s talk about it some other time. Henrick asked me to return home as soon as the shooting’s

replied Arielle hastily. “Henrick will be delusional again if he sees you driving me home. I’ll just take a cab.” “It’s not safe for a woman to take a cab alone. I’ll let Rayson drive you

his head, trying to get himself back on track. No. It couldn’t be! I know damn well that Arielle doesn’t like me in that way. And I definitely will not have feelings for someone who doesn’t have feelings for me. I must be hallucinating. As I said earlier, she’s only a friend, business partner, and a savior to me. I chose her to be my pretend

Noticing Wendy returning with the dessert, Susanne hurriedly approached her. “What’s going on? Why do you still have the dessert?”