Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1632

Chapter 1632 A Robbery

Back at the Wynter residence, Harvey stared at his phone after being hung up on before quickly changing the nickname of "Sannie" on his phone to "Arielle." Then, he walked over to Sonia, who was still staring at her feet. He then sat beside her.

"I can explain, Sonia," he said at once after sitting down.

Over the time they had spent together, he taught Sonia Chanaean while Sonia taught him Turlenese. That was why he felt a sense of panic when Sonia saw the contact name.

Sonia shook her head. "There's no need to explain. I understand."

Arielle is a fantastic girl. It's natural for Harvey to fall for her, though it makes me slightly uneasy. I just wish I had met Harvey a little earlier. That way, he wouldn't have fallen for Arielle and experienced unrequited love. I do not envy Arielle. If I were a man, I would also fall in love with her. It's just a shame that I could never live up to Arielle in his eyes.

"I admit that I used to like Arielle. Now, however, you are the only one I want. Only you." Harvey turned Sonia's face toward his and gazed deep into her eyes. "I love you, Sonia."

Sonia did not even blame him. At his words, her heart swelled with happiness.

"I know," she murmured, her voice soft and meek as she gazed at Harvey. "I love you too."

Harvey had been good to her during their time together. She could tell there was nothing but love in his eyes when he looked at her.

Though Sonia had felt obligated to work things out with Harvey for the child in her belly, she found that she was falling for him as they spent more time together.

An indescribable feeling welled up in Harvey's chest at Sonia's response. He held the woman before him tightly in his arms and felt her happiness warm his heart.

At that moment, Vinson pulled over to the sidewalk at Arielle's request.

Before he could ask her what was going on, Arielle was already running forward.

When he caught up to Arielle, Vinson saw five to six imposing-looking men lying in heaps on the ground. Behind her stood a man slightly shorter than them. He knew what happened upon a glance at their bruised and battered faces.

"Thank you!" the man crouching behind Arielle squeaked.

He did not expect to run into a Chanaean girl who was that skilled in combat.

Arielle glanced at him without speaking before her gaze flicked back to the men she had beaten. "Get lost!"

The men exchanged glances at her voice, surprised that they were so easily let off the hook. In an instant, they scrambled to their feet and bolted.

Arielle turned to the man behind her only after they left. "Why did they ambush you?"

The man slumped his shoulders. "They might have wanted this," he said softly as he wiggled the bag he hugged tightly to his chest.

Arielle frowned. "They were trying to rob you?"

The man nodded.

"What are you doing here?" I wouldn't have bothered if he wasn't Chanaean. Mind your own business, as they say.

"Earning a living!"

A month's wages in Turlen was equivalent to three in Chanaea. Arielle nodded empathetically and was about to depart when her eyes narrowed as they fixated on him.