Afraid that he would chase her out, Arielle quickly added, “Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your sleep. I’ll just sit in the living room. When the time’s up, I…”
“Where’s the hair?” Vinson suddenly asked.
Arielle was stunned before reacting. She took off her shoes and retrieved a ball of tissue. The strand of hair which she had secretly plucked from Henrick’s head was wrapped inside.
Feeling relieved, she said, “Luckily, I was careful enough to hide the hair on my way here. I’m afraid that if I kept it in my pocket, I’d lose it accidentally.”
As she spoke, she took out the hair and passed it to Vinson.
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