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.”

he disappeared back into the

back. It was hard to

scratched her head. Is he

inadvertently offended him as she had never flirted

noticed a car stopping by the road.

 that Yvette and

was obvious that she

long for

the City Hall

Arielle, but she had also pushed herself deeper into the abyss of her

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

“Yvette, Mason,” she greeted

around to see that it was Arielle, they scowled

as if she would like nothing more than to

not held by the bodyguard, she would have

pretended not to understand Yvette’s hostile stare. “Yvette,

she screamed as

You plotted all of