NovelOnlineChapter 1321 Are You Unwell
Arielle shook her head as she did not know how long it would take to rescue her parents.
“I'll be back as soon as | can, Mr. Sleight.” She was beginning to regret her participation in the movie as it had severely restricted
her other obligations.
Despite his reluctance to grant her leave, Sam eventually gave in upon seeing Arielle’s desperation. “We'll shoot your scenes
toward the end. Take care of your personal matters quickly and cback soon, won't you?”
“Thank you, Mr. Sleight.” After saying goodbye to Sam, Arielle left the stuwith Sasha and Coco to the Nightshire residence. She
exchanged contact information with Coco before having the chauffeur send the latter home. By the tshe finally arrived home,
Arielle did not have much of an appetite as a result of worrying about her parents. After a quick shower, she tucked herself into bed
without having dinner.
| wouldn't be here today if it weren't for the sacrifices they made. How could | sleep knowing that they'd been kidnapped because
of me? If only | didn’t have to worry about Vinson tagging along, | would have gone by now instead of enduring the torture of
waiting in vain.
Vinson arrived hfrom the office at eight that night. Knowing that Arielle had gone to bed without dinner, he headed up to the
bedroom with a frown, only to find it in pitch-black darkness. He was about to turn on the lights when the click of the nightstand
lamp switch preceded a dazzling brightness that temporarily blinded him.
“You're back, Vin,” Arielle said as she poked her head out of the quilt.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Why didn’t you have dinner before going to bed? Are you unwell?” Vinson demanded as he strode swiftly toward her and felt her
forehead before she could react. “That's strange. You're not unusually warm.”
“I'm fine. | just don’t feel like eating,” Arielle replied as she pushed his hand aside. “What about you? | could cook you something if
you like.”
“I've had dinner before coming home.” Vinson smiled, touched by her concern. “You, on the other hand, need to eat. You must be
tired and hungry from shooting all afternoon. Givea few minutes, and I'll whip up spasta for you.”
“You? Cook?” Surprised, Arielle gaped at Vinson, who appeared deeply offended. “What's wrong with that?” he answered
defensively.
“Nothing,” she said at once with a reconciliatory smile. “I can’t wait!” It's rare enough that he volunteers to cook. | must remember
not to tease him about it.
Vinson was aware that she was skeptical of his culinary skills. “Just you wait,” he promised as he stroked the tip of her nose
playfully before disappearing down the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, he returned with a plate in his hands. Nudged into action by the smell, Arielle quickly got out of bed and sat
down at the table.
“It looks delicious!” she remarked appreciatively before twirling spasta with her fork without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes
lit up the moment the pasta cinto contact with her tongue. “It's amazing,” she gushed with an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Told you so!”
“It really is. Well done, Vin!”
“Thank you, Darling,” Vinson replied, his eyes twinkling with content at the improvement of her mood.
Arielle did not originally intend to have dinner. However, the smell of Vinson’s cooking changed her mind. To her surprise, she
suddenly found herself with a voracious appetite as she attacked the plate with a fork with Vinson watching her indulgently.
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