Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1449

Chapter 1449 Jealousy

Faced with Arielle's insistence, Dylan stopped pressuring her to go to the hospital.

Still, he cautioned, "Then, monitor yourself carefully when you're resting at home. Apart from that, you shouldn't go to medical school for the time being. When your wound eventually recovers, get it checked one last time at the hospital. There is plenty of staff in Paelsford Manor. Feel free to instruct them to help you around the manor. Don't try to do everything alone and risk injuring yourself further."

His incessant nagging caused Arielle's gaze to darken.

She replied lightly, "I know. Don't worry."

The chauffeur had brought the car over in the meantime. He got out and opened the front passenger door for Arielle. She exchanged a glance with Vinson before settling in the backseat with him. After bidding Dylan farewell, she ordered the chauffeur to drive off.

Having noticed Arielle sitting with her alleged bodyguard in the backseat, Dylan frowned and asked, "Sybil, don't you think the princess is exceptionally kind to her bodyguard?"

His words piqued Sybil's suspicions as well.

"You're right. She even argued with Her Majesty so that he could enter the palace," Sybil muttered.

Dylan's eyes dimmed in response.

Meanwhile, out of the chauffeur's sight, Vinson reached beside him and held Arielle's hand tightly.

Arielle shot him a glance and drew circles in his palm. The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, and he tightened his grip on her hand.

Forty minutes later, the car pulled into Paelsford Manor. Arielle led Vinson into the manor.

During her stay, she maintained a good relationship with the help. When they saw her return with a new bandage around her arm, all of them rushed forward to fawn over her. "I'm fine. It's just a minor injury," Arielle reassured them with a smile.

The chef piped up, "Would you like to eat anything? I'll prepare it for you right away. Go upstairs and get some rest in the meantime."

"I miss your fish chowder."

"One fish chowder, coming right up."

The chef happily strolled into the kitchen to prepare Arielle's requested dish, while the rest of the help dispersed to perform their own tasks.

Arielle led Vinson upstairs and pointed at a nearby room, explaining, "This is my bedroom. The other one is my parents', and Pat stays in his own room over there."

At the mention of Pat, Arielle raised her brows meaningfully and added, "He seems to like you a lot."

"What's wrong with that? Don't you like me a lot too?" Vinson whispered beside her ear. He had wrapped his arms around her from behind and tucked his chin on her shoulder.

His sudden hug came as a surprise. Arielle elbowed his stomach and hissed, “There are many housekeepers here. I don't want to give our secret away."

In response, Vinson lifted her and turned around. He opened her room door and walked inside.

"Sannie, I didn't like the way you looked at Aaron." With Arielle in his arms, Vinson recalled how she had looked at the prince, and displeasure brimmed in his gaze. "Vinson, I-"

Before Arielle could say anything more, Vinson had covered her lips with his. He only released her just as she thought she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. He stared at her swollen, red lips as a subtle hint of darkness flashed through his gaze.

Arielle lifted her eyes and stared at Vinson. She muttered, "Vinson, Aaron could be my younger brother."

"What did you discover?" Vinson asked as he stared intently at her.

Arielle explained her discovery in the study and how it tied in with Vinson's earlier theory.

"But when I asked the king if he knew my mother, he said he didn't," Arielle said with a frown.

Vinson could tell from her words that she already had a new plan in mind. He asked, "What's your next step?"