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

made it almost impossible for her to fall asleep. Annoyed, she shifted her position

just as she was about to fall asleep for the second time that

exactly are you doing instead of

fall asleep,” he replied sullenly, followed by another

listened to me when I told you to go home and

not doing all this for you? We need to keep up with appearances.” He paused for a second before suggesting, “Can

“No!” she interrupted.

heavily. “I’m not

“Fine. What?”

perked up.

received the same old answer.

hour later, Arielle could

she sat up

She switched