Unfortunately, the ingredients were insufficient, and Arielle had no choice but to ask for the help of Sas
ha and Blake.
The three of
them, together with a few other bodyguards, toiled the night away until they had made enough ravioli fo
r one hundred people.
âAll right, thatâll do,â Arielle mumbled as she stretched her
limbs. With everything stored in the freezer, she turned toward Sasha and Blake. âIâm going off to bed n
ow. Why donât you two do the same? There are so many people on guard duty anyway. Besides, Iâd still
need your help tomorrow.â
âOkay!â Blake exclaimed
in joy. He might not have tasted the ravioli, but after seeing Arielle prepare the ingredients, he was alre
ady salivating for it.
Iâm sure theyâll taste divine!
Arielle returned to her room, and after washing up, she decided to light the therapeutic candles that the
Wilhelms had gifted her.
Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, a tall figure had suddenly appeared at the entrance of Maple Mansion.
Despite Arielleâs instructions, Sasha had stubbornly insisted on standing guard while she got Blake to r
etire for the night.
In the end, her guard duty had barely started when an unexpected visitor came by.
Sashaâs eyes lit up at the familiar face in front of her. âBoss?â
Surprised but happy, she quickly went up to welcome Vinson with two bodyguards in tow.
She didnât believe the other
bodyguards earlier when they reported that Vinson might have returned. But now that she had seen hi
m with her own eyes, there was no mistake about it.
It was Vinson Nightshire in the flesh.
Even though it rained heavily in Horington, Jadeboroughâs skies were clear and dotted with stars.
And if it werenât for the thunderstorm delaying his flight, Vinson wouldâve made it home an hour earlier.
He acknowledged his staff with a nod before looking up toward Arielleâs room.
Her roomâs all dark and quiet. I guess sheâs sound asleep.
Knowing what Vinson was looking at, Sasha spoke up. âMs. Moore has
just fallen asleep. Shall I wake her up?â
âNo,â Vinson quickly answered. âI just wanted to see her. Iâll be leaving in a while.â
Sashaâs eyes widened in shock.
âYou came all the way back to see Ms. Moore?â
âYes. Otherwise, I wonât be at ease. By the way, nobody is to tell her that I came back. I donât
want her scolding me for it.â
âUm⦠Understood!â Sasha replied, not quite knowing what to make of the situation.
All she knew was that if there ever were a competition for the worldâs best husband, Vinson would be
right at
the top.
âIâm going up to take a look. Carry on with your guard duty.â
âYes!â
With that, Vinson strode into the mansion and went up the stairs toward Arielleâs room.
He quietly entered the room and saw Arielleâs peaceful sleeping face framed by the soft glow of the moo
After removing his windbreaker, Vinson sat on the floor beside Arielle and gazed fondly at her.
In her dream, Arielle had shed her cold and strong willed self and was once again a carefree and innoce
Vinson had long caught the whiff of the therapeutic
candles even before he entered the room. Emboldened by the knowledge that Arielle wouldnât be so eas
actions.
He caressed her face and ran his finger down to her lips.
Her lips are so moist and soft. I bet itâll feel even better if I kiss them.
Vinsonâs eyes deepened as he leaned in and planted a kiss on Arielleâs lips.
Alas, he lost control, and his light kisses became even more passionate.
All of a sudden, Arielle let out a moan.
The sound was so sensual that it set off a ripple of excitement within Vinson, causing his arousal level to
Vinson cursed under his breath, knowing full well that his body had reacted to the arousal.