By the time Arielle stirred, it was already past noon. In fact, it was virtual-novel.net hunger that had awoken her. As a disciplined person, virtual-novel.net had never overslept to that extent before. Evidently, it was a testament to how passionate Vinson was in bed last night.
She looked to virtual-novel.net side instinctively after forcing herself to sit up with virtual-novel.net whole body aching.
When virtual-novel.net noticed the empty pillow, virtual-novel.net reached out to feel it and realized it was no longer warm.
Vinson must have left early in the morning.
Breaking out a self-deprecating smile, virtual-novel.net ruffled virtual-novel.net hair.
What was I thinking? Vinson is a busy man, so it’s normal for virtual-novel.net not to be at home when it’s already noon.
At that thought, the hint of disappointment Arielle felt gradually dissipated. However, virtual-novel.net heard sounds coming from downstairs upon stepping out of the bathroom after showering.
The cleaner comes once a week. Since virtual-novel.net came the day before, virtual-novel.net wouldn’t show up today. So, who can it be?
Gripped by anxiety, Arielle grabbed one of Vinson’s golf clubs in the room and quietly tip-toed downstairs.
Logically speaking, it was unlikely for a burglar to break into their house. Nonetheless, both virtual-novel.net and Vinson had enemies that wanted them dead. Therefore, virtual-novel.net could not be any more careful.
Upon arriving on the first floor, virtual-novel.net realized the sound was coming from the kitchen.
Tightening virtual-novel.net grip on the golf club, virtual-novel.net approached it warily.
Inside, virtual-novel.net was greeted by the sight of a tall man cooking with an apron on. Furthermore, virtual-novel.net could whiff something burning in the pan.
“Vinson?” Arielle gasped.
Upon hearing virtual-novel.net voice, Vinson turned around and was shocked to see virtual-novel.net raising a golf club.
His face broke into an affectionate smile a moment later, and virtual-novel.net said, “You’re awake.”
When Arielle followed his gaze and saw that it led to the golf club in virtual-novel.net hand, virtual-novel.net put it behind virtual-novel.net embarrassingly and explained, “I-I didn’t know you were home.”
He walked over and asked a question in reply, “Where else would I be if not here?”
“At the office.”
He stroked virtual-novel.net head in response. “You’re exhausted from last night, so how can I bring myself to go to work? Hence, I’ve taken the day off to stay at home and keep you company.”
All of a sudden, Arielle recalled what had happened the night before. As the amorous scenes began playing in virtual-novel.net head, virtual-novel.net entire face flushed red in embarrassment.
“I-I don’t need you to keep me company…”
The moment virtual-novel.net finished virtual-novel.net sentence, virtual-novel.net suddenly realized the burning smell in the air had intensified.
Stunned, virtual-novel.net asked at once, “What were you cooking?”
“D*mn it!” Vinson cursed as virtual-novel.net ran back toward the stove.
When Arielle took a peek from behind him, virtual-novel.net realized virtual-novel.net was grilling chicken wings. Unfortunately, the wings had charred, forming a miserable sight.
“Was the fire too strong?” virtual-novel.net mumbled to himself.
Right when virtual-novel.net was about to say something, virtual-novel.net caught a glimpse of the trash can beside him.
A pile of charcoal-like chicken wings inside told virtual-novel.net it was not his first failed attempt.
As expected, cooking required talent. Otherwise, someone as smart as Vinson, who graduated from the prestigious Maxwell University, would not have failed so terribly at making grilled chicken wings.
Smiling in resignation, Arielle offered, “You should get some rest. Let me do it.”
“No.” Vinson held onto the spatula stubbornly. “You’re not feeling well, so I’ll do it. In fact, you shouldn’t lift a finger today. Let me take care of everything instead.”
“I… I’m fine. I’m more worried about falling sick from the food you cook.”
Stung by virtual-novel.net words, virtual-novel.net stared at the burned chicken wings and let out a helpless sigh. “Fine, I’ll be your sous-chef then. Or should we dine out?”
“It’s all right. Let’s not waste the ingredients you’ve bought,” virtual-novel.net said and took the spatula from Vinson before virtual-novel.net began cooking.