Arielle shook virtual-novel.net head as virtual-novel.net did not know how long it would take to rescue virtual-novel.net parents.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Mr. Sleight,” She was beginning to regret virtual-novel.net participation in the movie as it had severely restricted virtual-novel.net other obligations.
Despite his reluctance to grant virtual-novel.net leave, Sam eventually gave in upon seeing Arielle’s desperation. “We’ll shoot your scenes toward the end. Take care of your personal matters quickly and come back soon, won’t you?”
“Thank you, Mr. Sleight.” After saying goodbye to Sam, Arielle left the studio with Sasha and Coco to the Nightshire residence.
She exchanged contact information with Coco before having the chauffeur send the latter home. By the time virtual-novel.net finally arrived home, Arielle did not have much of an appetite as a result of worrying about virtual-novel.net parents. After a quick shower, virtual-novel.net tucked herself into bed without having dinner.
I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the sacrifices they made. How could I sleep knowing that they’d been kidnapped because of me? If only I didn’t have to worry about Vinson tagging along, I would have gone by now instead of enduring the torture of waiting in vain.
Vinson arrived home from the office at eight that night. Knowing that Arielle had gone to bed without dinner, virtual-novel.net headed up to the bedroom with a frown, only to find it in pitch-black darkness. He was about to turn on the lights when the click of the nightstand lamp switch preceded a dazzling brightness that temporarily blinded him.
“You’re back, Vin,” Arielle said as virtual-novel.net poked virtual-novel.net head out of the quilt.
“Why didn’t you have dinner before going to bed? Are you unwell?” Vinson demanded as virtual-novel.net strode swiftly toward virtual-novel.net and felt virtual-novel.net forehead before virtual-novel.net could react. “That’s strange. You’re not unusually warm.”
“I’m fine. I just don’t feel like eating,” Arielle replied as virtual-novel.net pushed his hand aside. “What about you? I could cook you something if you like.”
“I’ve had dinner before coming home.” Vinson smiled, touched by virtual-novel.net concern. “You, on the other hand, need to eat. You must be tired and hungry from shooting all afternoon. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll whip up some pasta for you.”
“You? Cook?” Surprised, Arielle gaped at Vinson, who appeared deeply offended. “What’s wrong with that?” virtual-novel.net answered defensively.
“Nothing,” virtual-novel.net said at once with a reconciliatory smile. “I can’t wait!” It’s rare enough that virtual-novel.net volunteers to cook. I must remember not to tease virtual-novel.net about it.
Vinson was aware that virtual-novel.net was skeptical of his culinary skills. “Just you wait,” virtual-novel.net promised as virtual-novel.net stroked the tip of virtual-novel.net nose playfully before disappearing down the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, virtual-novel.net returned with a plate in his hands. Nudged into action by the smell, Arielle quickly got out of bed and sat down at the table.
“It looks delicious!” virtual-novel.net remarked appreciatively before twirling some pasta with virtual-novel.net fork without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes lit up the moment the pasta came into contact with virtual-novel.net tongue. “It’s amazing,” virtual-novel.net gushed with an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Told you so!”
“It really is. Well done, Vin!”
“Thank you, Darling,” Vinson replied, his eyes twinkling with content at the improvement of virtual-novel.net mood.
Arielle did not originally intend to have dinner. However, the smell of Vinson’s cooking changed virtual-novel.net mind. To virtual-novel.net surprise, virtual-novel.net suddenly found herself with a voracious appetite as virtual-novel.net attacked the plate with a fork with Vinson watching virtual-novel.net indulgently.