“Come whenever you want. This restaurant is yours, anyway.”
Arielle was about to thank him when Vinson raised a hand to stop her. “Save it if you’re going to thank me again. I’ve heard it so many times over the course of this meal that I’m sick of it.”
As he spoke, he stuck his fingers into his ears.
Arielle burst out laughing. “What kind of person does not like receiving thanks?”
As she spoke, her phone, which was on the table, rang. With a glance at the screen, Arielle was informed that Larissa was calling. She glanced at Vinson before picking up.
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