A Beauty With Multiple Masks
Chapter 1242

Chapter 1242 Sneaking In Late At Night

The door opened, but the person standing outside was the housekeeper who had come to deliver some milk.

The sparkle in Arielle’s eyes vanished.

It’s not Vinson.

She couldn’t help but laugh at herself.

Did I overestimate how important I am to him?

But how could someone change so quickly?

“Good evening, Mrs. Nightshire.” The housekeeper beamed. “I made you some warm milk. It should help you sleep better. Sweet dreams.”

Arielle snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile. “Thank you for the trouble.”

The housekeeper hastily shook her head. “Not at all! It’s part of my job.”

Even so, she couldn’t help but be reminded herself of how different every individual could be. There was no way Vinson would ever say such kind remarks to her.

Not wanting to bother Arielle any longer, the housekeeper handed the glass of milk over and left the room.

Arielle stared at the glass despondently before chugging it down.

Despite not being fond of milk, she was willing to try anything that would help her sleep.

After that, she washed up and tucked herself in bed.

It was already late. The room was now dark and quiet, and all the housekeepers had turned in for the day.

Arielle tossed around in bed for a while. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the warm milk or the therapeutic candles, but she soon began to feel sleepy.

But just as the woman dozed off, she suddenly heard the door click.

Someone’s in here.

Who could it be at this hour?

Arielle frowned but remained still, not wanting to alert the intruder.

If this person is after my life, I’m going to take care of him while he thinks that I’m asleep.

As the footsteps drew closer, Arielle balled her hands into fists, ready to attack at any time.

Just when she felt that the intruder had reached the bedside, she swiftly got up and reached for his neck.

Yet, the mysterious figure reacted quickly, pinning her back onto the bed.

Then, the smell of refreshing cologne wafted into her nostrils.

This scent…

“It’s me.” Vinson’s deep voice sounded above her.

Arielle, who was just about to scream, quickly held herself back.

“How did you-”

“Shhh.” Vinson made a hush gesture.

It was dark, but the moonlight shining from outside the window allowed Arielle to see Vinson’s face as well as his index finger placed in front of his lips.

We’re husband and wife! Why does he have to sneak in like this?

Despite feeling perplexed, Arielle nodded.

Vinson finally relaxed his muscles, but he remained on top of her and leaned closer into her ear. “I just heard about this when I got home. There’s a mole in this house watching our every move.”

Arielle’s eyes widened at the news.

Now, she finally understood the reason behind Vinson’s unusual behavior tonight.

It was all for show—including how he had made Penelope stay against Susanne’s order to chase her out.

Instantly, Arielle suddenly felt a lump form in her throat.

All the anguish and indignance she had felt earlier transformed into tears that now trickled down onto Vinson’s arms.

Caught by surprise, the man quickly pulled her into his arm.

Arielle had never really cried in front of him before nor had she shown him her vulnerable side. But this time, she couldn’t help herself.