By instinct, Arielle snuck a glance at Vinson who was behind her. She was worried that he would lose his temper, take off his mask, and reveal their identity to threaten Annabelle. Unexpectedly, Vinson didn’t bat an eyelid. With his baseball cap covering half his face, she was unable to see his expression at all.
Vinson clearly looked as if he didn’t hear what Annabelle said.
Looks like my concern was unnecessary.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Arielle felt an unexplained sense of anger well up within her. However, she was quickly embarrassed by it.
What’s wrong with me? I’m no longer a teenage girl who has just fallen in love. Why am I peeved over something as trivial as this?
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