Chapter 1162 His Tenderness
By the time Arielle stirred, it was already past noon. In fact, it was her hunger that had awoken her.
As a disciplined person, she had never overslept to that extent before.
Evidently, it was a testament to how passionate Vinson was in bed last night.
She looked to her side instinctively after forcing herself to sit up with her whole body aching.
When she noticed the empty pillow, she reached out to feel it and realized it was no longer warm.
Vinson must have left early in the morning.
Breaking out a self-deprecating smile, she ruffled her hair.
What was I thinking? Vinson is a busy man, so it’s normal for him not to be at home when it’s already noon.
At that thought, the hint of disappointment Arielle felt gradually dissipated.
However, she heard sounds coming from downstairs upon stepping out of the bathroom after showering.
The cleaner comes once a week. Since she came the day before, she wouldn’t show up today. So, who can it be?
Gripped by anxiety, Arielle grabbed one of Vinson’s golf clubs in the room and quietly tip-toed downstairs.
Logically speaking, it was unlikely for a burglar to break into their house.
Nonetheless, both she and Vinson had enemies that wanted them dead. Therefore, she could not be any more careful.
Upon arriving on the first floor, she realized the sound was coming from the kitchen.
Tightening her grip on the golf club, she approached it warily.
Inside, she was greeted by the sight of a tall man cooking with an apron on. Furthermore, she could whiff something burning in the pan.
“Vinson?” Arielle gasped.
Upon hearing her voice, Vinson turned around and was shocked to see her raising a golf club. His face broke into an affectionate smile a moment later, and he said, “You’re awake.”
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