“Aaargh!” she screamed, using the clothes to block her line of sight. “Vinson! Are you an exhibitionist?”

“Hah…” A playful chuckle escaped his lips. “See for yourself if I’m one.”

Half doubtful, Arielle lowered her hands slightly, catching a glimpse of his chiseled chest. The fog did nothing to dampen those alluring abs plastered on his body, a masterpiece produced from years of working out. Each line seemed to be crafted to perfection.

It took her about two seconds to realize she had been ogling his chest. Flustered, she shut her eyes tight. “You clearly are! You’re not even wearing anything.” A mottled pink flush covered her cheeks.

Argh… Why did I look when he told me to!

“Don’t just stare at my chest. Look down. I am wearing something,” he replied softly.

Vinson was speaking the truth. He had on a pair of boxers, but Arielle refused to look lest she got tricked by him again.

like a douchebag, watching her struggle to start a fire, only to take out his lighter after

one.

words from a man like him

motion, she threw his clothing and

amused by her flustered behavior. Never had he expected that beneath the steely cold

his smile disappeared. At the back of his mind, he knew that even though this marriage did not result from love, he would still act his

duty to let Arielle live a carefree life, free from

the bedroom, Arielle was busy laying the mattress on the floor. I can’t

shower faucet stopped. The brief silence amplified the churning noises coming from

later, the

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