Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 334

Henrick cast Arielle a reassuring look before he regarded his own mother. “You’re unwell, Mom, and that’s why your appetite is poor. Regardless, you should at least try to have some…”

Through Henrick’s persuasion, Malorie managed to consume a few but completely lost her enthusiasm by the fourth piece. “Enough. I’m done eating.”

With a sigh, Henrick motioned for Arielle to leave with his hand, and the latter vocalized her acknowledgment before she turned to head out.

No one noticed the sly curl upon her lips.

Of course it’s awful.

She had a reason to make it tasty while they were out in the countryside. Now that the situation did not call for it, why would she put in the effort at all?

It was not as if she was here to be Malorie’s personal cook!

Henrick, though, was not going to suspect foul play because how would it have occurred to him that a dutiful and filial daughter like her could harbor such deviousness?

desire to spend the rest of her life making ravioli for anyone else as far as she was

when she became aware of those intrusive thoughts about Vinson sneaking up on her. She shook her head and cast them out before she returned to

had ascertained that Henrick was her enemy, there was no reason to delay things further, and being tired of pretending to be docile, she wanted to see this

in a sales office in the

exclusively in premium luxury real estate and also where all relevant transactions throughout Epea would be

to pretend to shop, he had to do so at a place that seemed fitting for him so that those

hence strode

the sales manager there that these were two exceptionally wealthy individuals, and that prompted the manager to

some property?”

acted casually, but in truth,

looked the part of a loaded scion with his hands stuck inside his own pockets. “What do you have to recommend? Money

got Charles’

immediately gestured cordially and led the duo to the front of a scaled architectural model where he enthused, “Here’s a

catching the latter off guard. “What’s the matter, Sir? Do you not like

poker-faced Vinson replied, “I’m not interested