A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Through his responses, she could tell that he was well versed in this area. His remarks were straight to the point and insightful.

The call lasted for around ten minutes. During that time, Arielle gained quite a bit of knowledge. “Vinson, you really are quite good at running a business!” she blurted.

He lay languidly on the mattress. “I’m good at other things as well.”

Despite the obvious insinuation, Arielle was not getting it. “That’s true. You’re good at chess, coding… Ah! But not cooking.”

He pouted in displeasure upon hearing her oblivious statement. She always seemed to be on a different wavelength from him.

Feeling frustrated, he turned away abruptly. “It’s getting late. Switch off the lights and sleep,” he said flatly.

Despite sensing a hint of displeasure from his voice, Arielle brushed it off as just part of his unpredictable temperament. She was pretty used to it by now.

The night got deeper. With the lights off, the room was pitch black except for the streaks of moonlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

Tomorrow will be a good day… As her thoughts wandered, her eyelids got heavier. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she was alerted by the sound of Vinson

turning

impossible for her

she was about to fall asleep for the second time that night,

exactly are you doing instead

hard. I can’t fall asleep,” he replied sullenly, followed by

to me when I told you to

We need to keep up with appearances.” He paused for a second

“No!” she interrupted.

“I’m not even

“Fine. What?”

up. “Can I sleep together

the same old

half an hour later, Arielle could

any longer, so she

switched on the