A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Henrick sighed and lamented, “That’s right. She’s so shallow and vain! She even used to look down on me, let alone someone like you who grew up in a village. It’s all my fault for failing to locate you earlier…”

Although Henrick looked riddled with guilt, Arielle was unmoved.

He’s so good at putting up an act that he can be an actor.

Arielle also showed off her acting chops by shaking her head and saying, “That’s all right. I’m back now, aren’t I? Anyway, I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

“Good girl,” Henrick replied, reaching out to stroke her head gently.

At that moment, Vinson’s voice could be heard from the stairs. “Dad, the car is here to pick Aunt Cindy up.”

Neither Vinson nor Arielle called Cindy “Mom”.

If it were not because Vinson was playing along with Arielle, he would not have called Henrick “Dad” either.

A scumbag like him doesn’t deserve it!

notice anything strange about Vinson’s gaze. In truth, he still

Henrick clearly knew for a fact that Vinson was now his son-in-law, it still seemed surreal

is that she doesn’t harbor any ill intentions. Anyway, regardless of whether she has any ill intentions or not, it never hurts to be careful. Even the person closest to me

through him as he instructed Alfred to bring

her off in the car to

watched the car disappear into the distance

but she had an ominous feeling that

returning from the monastery proved to be accurate. I wonder if it’ll be the

voice interrupted Arielle’s

already time for lunch. Vinson, I had the kitchen help prepare a simple meal. Let me know if the dishes are to your taste. If you don’t like them, I’ll

it. I’m not a picky eater,” Vinson replied with a

inside and sat

surprised when she saw the dishes

round dining table was laden