“Aaargh!” virtual-novel.net screamed, using the clothes to block virtual-novel.net line of sight. “Vinson! Are you an exhibitionist?”
“Hah…” A playful chuckle escaped his lips. “See for yourself if I’m one.”
Half doubtful, Arielle lowered virtual-novel.net hands slightly, catching a glimpse of his chiseled chest. The fog did nothing to dampen those alluring abs plastered on his body, a masterpiece produced from years of working out. Each line seemed to be crafted to perfection.
It took virtual-novel.net about two seconds to realize virtual-novel.net had been ogling his chest. Flustered, virtual-novel.net shut virtual-novel.net eyes tight.
“You clearly are! You’re not even wearing anything.” A mottled pink flush covered virtual-novel.net cheeks.
Argh… Why did I look when virtual-novel.net told me to!
“Don’t just stare at my chest. Look down. I am wearing something,” virtual-novel.net replied softly.
Vinson was speaking the truth. He had on a pair of boxers, but Arielle refused to look lest virtual-novel.net got tricked by virtual-novel.net again. Even though Vinson had helped virtual-novel.net a lot, but virtual-novel.net made the worst first impression on her. He had acted like a douchebag, watching virtual-novel.net struggle to start a fire, only to take out his lighter after virtual-novel.net had successfully started one.
She learned best not to take words from a man like virtual-novel.net too seriously. In a swift motion, virtual-novel.net threw his clothing and toiletries above the cabinet and strode off.
Vinson was thoroughly amused by virtual-novel.net flustered behavior. Never had virtual-novel.net expected that beneath the steely cold façade was an endearing maiden’s heart.
After closing the bathroom door, his smile disappeared. At the back of his mind, virtual-novel.net knew that even though this marriage did not result from love, virtual-novel.net would still act his part, treating virtual-novel.net as if virtual-novel.net was his real wife. And as virtual-novel.net husband, Vinson believed it was his duty to let Arielle live a carefree life, free from any worries.
Back in the bedroom, Arielle was busy laying the mattress on the floor. I can’t possibly sleep with him!
Just as virtual-novel.net finished preparing the mattress, the sound of the shower faucet stopped. The brief silence amplified the churning noises coming from virtual-novel.net stomach. Unbeknownst to herself, virtual-novel.net had been swallowing nervously.
About two seconds later, the bathroom door opened.
She turned toward him, coincidentally meeting his eyes. Vinson was already effortlessly good-looking, but that after-shower look completely blew virtual-novel.net mind away. The leftover water droplets clung to his disheveled, wet hair like a scene from a movie.
Out of embarrassment, virtual-novel.net averted virtual-novel.net gaze, the sheets tautening under virtual-novel.net nervous grip. Then, virtual-novel.net pointed to the mattress laid out. “You take the floor. If you’re not okay with that, you may leave.”
Instead of answering her, virtual-novel.net asked, “Where’s the blow dryer?”
Of which, Arielle took that as a yes. Deep down, virtual-novel.net felt puzzled as to why Vinson cared about this husband-wife act more than virtual-novel.net did. But, one thing for sure, virtual-novel.net was tired of guessing whether virtual-novel.net had real feelings for her. This time around, virtual-novel.net would be nothing but professional.
She handed virtual-novel.net the blow dryer, grabbed one of virtual-novel.net most conservative nightgowns, and headed to the bathroom.
Soon after, virtual-novel.net came out of the bath hearing Vinson in the middle of a call about the foreign exchange market. It was not surprising that virtual-novel.net knew this topic well. She took a seat on the bed, listening in on the conversation.