A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 109

A look of surprise surfaced on his face as he raised his right hand and pinched his nose. Indeed, alcohol was the greatest saboteur. He actually had an illusion that the woman sent to him was Arielle. I must be out of my mind! Wake up! Vinson closed his eyes forcefully. Just when he was about to open them and take another look, he heard Arielle’s voice beside him. “You… Why did you enter so quickly?” Even her voice was identical to Arielle’s. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Looks like I’m really drunk. Slapping his head, Vinson averted his gaze and snapped in frustration, “I don’t care who sent you here, just get lost!” His breathing became heavier. When he saw the resemblance between Arielle and the woman’s face, he realized that he was starting to lose control of his senses. However, he did not dwell on the reason why he was losing control. Instead, all he wanted to do was to chase the woman out.

He was a clean freak in real life. Similarly, he was very particular about his feelings. He would never sleep with any woman whom he did not have any feelings for. This was the reason why he had never touched a single woman after he had come of age. He did not wish to commit a mistake that would disgust himself. “Did you hear me? Get lost!” urged Vinson furiously. It was Arielle’s first time seeing such an unpleasant look on Vinson’s face. Surprised, she quickly explained, “Don’t misunderstand me, Vinson. I… I didn’t plan on being here on purpose. I just want you to put on an act with me.”

An act? The veins on Vinson’s forehead throbbed. Her voice is so clear that it doesn’t seem like an illusion. Although I’m slightly drunk, it’s not to the extent that I’ll actually hallucinate. Could it be that… she’s really Arielle? Vinson turned around slowly and stared at the woman’s face intently. She’s really Arielle! He subconsciously reached out his hand and pinched her cheek. It feels so soft and nice to touch… “What are you doing?”

Hissing in pain, Arielle slapped Vinson’s hand away. The spot where he pinched her reddened gradually. Vinson was finally certain that she was actually Arielle. She’s the real deal! After confirming that he was not hallucinating, the veins on Vinson’s forehead throbbed again. Noticing that his

expression was still unpleasant, Arielle clutched her hurt cheek and asked, “If you don’t wish to see me, can I spend the night in the toilet?

If not, can I leave after an hour?” Arielle’s long string of words brought Vinson out of his daze and back to his senses gradually. He checked Arielle out from head to toe, his Adam’s apple bobbing subconsciously. Noticing his gaze, Arielle looked at him warily and asked, “What are you looking at? You must be drunk!”

Usually, Vinson deigned to even spare a single glance in her direction. Even if she dressed herself up nicely for the shoot, he would only praise her clothes. Hence, he must be drunk. Anyone under the influence of alcohol would do literally anything. Although Arielle initially did not have her guard up against Vinson, she now took a few steps back, starting to feel afraid. However, her foot tripped over the side of the couch, sending her toppling backward.

She stretched out her arms subconsciously to grab something, but ended up grasping Vinson’s tie. As Vinson was pulled by Arielle all of a sudden, he fell forward to her. Thud! With a loud thud, both of them fell onto the couch, with Vinson’s body lying above Arielle’s. Coincidentally, his lips pressed against her smooth forehead.