A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Vinson’s dark eyes glimmered mischievously under the bright sunlight, causing Arielle to feel a blush creeping across her face.

Clearing her throat loudly, she attempted to disguise her emotions with levity. “I know you are rich. I’ve married a wealthy old bachelor.”

Vinson missed the point entirely. “Old?” he repeated with a frown. “I’m only three years older than you!”

Arielle thought it was funny to see him get riled up over their age difference. “Don’t you know that three years is as much as a generational gap these days?”

Vinson’s frown deepened in alarm as he took Arielle’s words literally.

“I’m joking with you,” she said helplessly. “You can’t even take a joke.”

He‘s taken my remark about marrying him seriously. And this time, he‘s sulking over the generational gap thing... I get it now.He is an obtuse guy who can‘t take any jokes.

Even Arielle’s reassurance did not ease his

frown.

“Wait for me in the car,” Vinson said rather dully. “I’ll get your coat.”

another word, he disappeared

after him, but he did not turn back. It was hard to tell if he was doing it

her head. Is

that she had inadvertently offended him as she had never flirted

she was feeling guilty, she suddenly noticed a car stopping by the road. Several familiar faces

 that Yvette and

obvious that she had been forced to

did not take long

they were at the City Hall

but she had also

Yvette would be able to find happiness with Mason through forced marriage,

opportunity. “Yvette, Mason,” she greeted them

see that it was Arielle, they

she would like nothing

Yvette was not held by the bodyguard, she would have pounced on Arielle and scratched her eyes

pretended not to understand Yvette’s hostile stare. “Yvette, what’s wrong?” she asked

screamed as she

you! You plotted all