Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 658

Chapter 658

Everything happened so fast that Arielle did not even have the time to stabilize herself.

Right when she thought she was about to fall badly, a hand grabbed her wrist all of a sudden and pulled her to the side.

The next moment, she fell into a warm and firm embrace that smelled like cedarwood.

Vinson was also startled. Fortunately, his reaction speed was fast enough. As soon as he pulled Arielle over, he immediately spread his arms open to catch her.

The chair moved back a little due to the inertia.

Vinson's back knocked on the corner of the table. He could not help but let out a deep groan of pain.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman opened the door abruptly with a bag of fresh fruits in her hand.

She froze upon seeing Vinson groan with Arielle in his arms. Her mind went blank, so she stood still and looked at them in a daze. Are all the youngsters this open-minded? How can they do that in the dining

room?

Immediately, Vinson noticed that woman. He held Arielle and asked, "What's the matter?"

The woman regained her senses upon hearing that. "I'm one of the residents from the downstairs. I came to say hi because you guys just moved in. Unfortunately, I

came at a b-bad timing..." She put the bag of fruits on the floor as she laughed awkwardly. "You guys can continue now. I didn't see anything just now!"

With that, she turned around and left immediately. She even closed the door for them.

Arielle realized that the woman had misunderstood them. Her petite face immediately flushed red with shame. She struggled, trying to free herself from Vinson's hands.

However, Vinson did not plan to let her go. He continued to wrap his arms around her waist tightly and smiled, "Seems like she misunderstood us."

Of course I know about this! Arielle frowned. "It's all because of you. Why didn't you close the door just now? A-Anyway, l-let go of me first."

Vinson ignored her words. He could feel the sensation of Arielle's body through her clothes.

Her skin was too soft and firm that he was reluctant to let her go.

Ignoring the shameful expression on Arielle's face, Vinson bent forward to her ears and whispered, "In fact, she did not misunderstand anything. We're a married couple, anyway." As Vinson talked, his warm breath fell upon her face.

Her face was so red that it became redder than the red

glow of the evening sky. She was utterly embarrassed, and she felt like her brain was going to explode soon.

Having no choice, Arielle struggled with her strengths to free herself from Vinson's arms. Finally, she finally escaped from his embrace after exhaustive efforts.

Then, she backed off immediately to keep a safe distance from Vinson. Her eyes were blazing with anger and shame as she scolded, "Why didn't you let go of me? Are you a pervert?" "Pervert?" Vinson tilted his head. The corners of his lips curled into a devilish grin. "I'm not a pervert."

After all, he was just hugging his own wife.

Arielle felt even more uneasy upon seeing his face. She could still feel the warmth of his hands on her waist, and that made her feel like her whole body was burning.

Finally, she turned around and walked into the kitchen, ignoring him.

There was only a set of cutlery in her hands when she walked out of the kitchen.

"Where's mine?" Vinson asked with an innocent look.

"Go and take it yourself!" Arielle did not even look at him. She sat down around the dining table and started eating

She was too embarrassed that her face hung low, close

to the plate. Seeing that, Vinson reached out a hand to adjust the position of her head.

However, Arielle immediately leaned back into her chair as soon as she felt his touch. She looked up and glared at Vinson furiously.

Vinson shrugged and answered in an even more innocent voice, "I'm just worried that your hair might get dirty."