Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162 His Tenderness

By the time Arielle stirred, it was already past noon. In fact, it was her hunger that had awoken her.

As a disciplined person, she had never overslept to that extent before.

Evidently, it was a testament to how passionate Vinson was in bed last night.

She looked to her side instinctively after forcing herself to sit up with her whole body aching.

When she noticed the empty pillow, she reached out to feel it and realized it was no longer warm.

Vinson must have left early in the morning.

Breaking out a self-deprecating smile, she ruffled her hair.

What was I thinking? Vinson is a busy man, so it's normal for him not to be at home when it's already noon.

At that thought, the hint of disappointment Arielle felt gradually dissipated.

However, she heard sounds coming from downstairs upon stepping out of the bathroom after showering.

The cleaner comes once a week. Since she came the day before, she wouldn't show up today. So, who can it be?

Gripped by anxiety, Arielle grabbed one of Vinson's golf clubs in the room and quietly tip-toed downstairs.

Logically speaking, it was unlikely for a burglar to break into their house.

Nonetheless, both she and Vinson had enemies that wanted them dead. Therefore, she could not be any more careful.

Upon arriving on the first floor, she realized the sound was coming from the kitchen.

Tightening her grip on the golf club, she approached it warily.

Inside, she was greeted by the sight of a tall man cooking with an apron on. Furthermore, she could whiff something burning in the pan. "Vinson?" Arielle gasped.

Upon hearing her voice, Vinson turned around and was shocked to see her raising a golf club. His face broke into an affectionate smile a moment later, and he said, "You're awake." When Arielle followed his gaze and saw that it led to the golf club in her hand, she put it behind her embarrassingly and explained, "I-I didn't know you were home."

He walked over and asked a question in reply, "Where else would I be if not here?"

"At the office."

He stroked her head in response. "You're exhausted from last night, so how can I bring myself to go to work? Hence, I've taken the day off to stay at home and keep you company."

All of a sudden, Arielle recalled what had happened the night before. As the amorous scenes began playing in her head, her entire face flushed red in embarrassment.

"I-I don't need you to keep me company..."

The moment she finished her sentence, she suddenly realized the burning smell in the air had intensified.

Stunned, she asked at once, "What were you cooking?"

"D*mn it!" Vinson cursed as he ran back toward the stove.

When Arielle took a peek from behind him, she realized he was grilling chicken wings.

Unfortunately, the wings had charred, forming a miserable sight.

"Was the fire too strong?" he mumbled to himself.

Right when she was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of the trash can beside him.

A pile of charcoal-like chicken wings inside told her it was not his first failed attempt.

As expected, cooking required talent. Otherwise, someone as smart as Vinson, who graduated from the prestigious Maxwell University, would not have failed so terribly at making grilled chicken wings. Smiling in resignation, Arielle offered, "You should get some rest. Let me do it."

"No." Vinson held onto the spatula stubbornly. "You're not feeling well, so I'll do it. In fact, you shouldn't lift a finger today. Let me take care of everything instead."

"I... I'm fine. I'm more worried about falling sick from the food you cook."

Stung by her words, he stared at the burned chicken wings and let out a helpless sigh. "Fine, I'll be your sous-chef then. Or should we dine out?"

"It's all right. Let's not waste the ingredients you've bought," she said and took the spatula from Vinson before she began cooking.