A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 112

Not wanting to meet his gaze, Arielle took a step forward, about to open the door. However, Vinson pulled her into his arms in the next moment. His warm body pressed against her back. It was as if the air was charged with passion and seduction. Arielle’s mind immediately went blank. She instinctively shoved Vinson away and jumped far away. Wrapping her arms around herself, she shot a terrified gaze at him. “What are you doing?”

Vinson’s expression froze on his face. He had pulled her into his arms out of panic. There was nothing else on his mind. When he hugged him, he could feel how slender her waist was. It was a difficult feat for him to cool himself down with the cold shower, yet he could feel his body temperature rising again. He said in frustration, “What else will I do? I just wanted to stop you. Don’t overthink.” Arielle shot a suspicious glance at Vinson and asked, “Why are you trying to stop me?” “They won’t be here so quickly. Go to the bedroom first while I check who it is.”

As Vinson spoke, he turned his head toward the bedroom, signalling for her to hide inside. Arielle paused for a while before nodding and entering the bedroom quickly. The scent of Vinson’s shower gel still lingered in the room. The image of Vinson’s face surfaced in her mind subconsciously… However, in the next second, Arielle shook her head violently, dispelling these irrational thoughts in her mind.

This isn’t the time to think about this. She leaned against the door gently to hear what was happening outside. After Vinson opened the door, he asked coldly, “It’s already so late. What’s the matter?” Arielle’s heart skipped a beat. Indeed, it’s not someone whom Vinson’s expecting! Luckily, he’s careful enough.

Otherwise, everything might’ve been exposed. Just when Arielle heaved a sigh of relief, she heard a deep voice from a middle-aged man. “I’m here to see if you’re drunk and to send you some remedy for a hangover.” “It’s fine, I’m not drunk. I still have something important to do, so don’t disturb me.” Vinson’s voice was cold and emotionless. However, his words were enough to make one misunderstand. “Okay, okay! I won’t disturb your rest.

I shall leave now too.” There was an obvious hint of amusement in the man’s voice. Then, Arielle heard the door being closed. After two seconds, she walked out and asked softly, “Who’s that?” “A designer. He often collaborates with your family’s company. He and your father probably arranged for you to come over.”

As Vinson spoke, he glanced at her and asked, “Are you alright?” “What?” As Arielle did not know what he was asking about, a puzzled look crossed her face. Vinson’s lips parted as he hesitated to speak. After a while, he cleared his throat and explained, “Are you sad that your own father set up this entire scheme against you?”

Silly girl! Why are you making me say it so directly? “I’m not sad.” Arielle shook her head and remarked indifferently, “He has always been like that. I’ve already seen his true colors a long time ago.” Vinson snorted, evidently not believing her. Waving the ball of tissue paper in his hands, he asked, “If you aren’t sad, why do you want to test this?”