A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 123

“When will we be able to remove the needles?” Jordan pouted at Carter for stealing all the lines. Who was it who ordered to have the needles removed in the first place? Arielle glanced at the man. “If he’s already conscious and you don’t need me to complete the treatment, then you can remove them now. I’ll…” “Stay put!” Vinson held her down by the shoulder. “Allow me.” Jordan warily eyed the hand Vinson placed on Arielle, feeling a little jealous inside.

He very much wanted to say something, but lost his courage to do so when he recalled how he distrusted Arielle just as Carter did. Thus, he decidedly slinked away quietly to the sidelines. Just then, Harvey led a few bodyguards through the door. “I heard that the man has been cured?” In the next second, his attention was caught by the sight of Arielle on the bed and the mess in the room, and that prompted him to glare at Carter.

“What the hell did you do?” “I…” Carter scratched his nose uncomfortably. Vinson had just finished removing the needles. “Go out, all of you. Arielle needs to rest.” Harvey asked with a grimace, “What actually happened here?” “It’s nothing. Carter’s going to have nowhere to hide himself if you keep asking. Come on. Let’s get him out of here. His head’s fixed, so we should get down to business,” Jordan said as he nudged Harvey along.

Soon, it was just Vinson and Arielle left inside the ward. Looking at the drip bag hanging above her head, Arielle said weakly, “It’s getting late, so you should go back and rest. I can watch it myself.” Vinson remained poker-faced. “I don’t like owing anyone favors, so don’t mind me. Go to sleep.”

The way Arielle occupied his every thought made him shake his own noggin in frustration. He did not want to continue being alone in Arielle’s company, lest he needed to take another cold shower. Hence, Vinson got up and walked to the window for a smoke.

He pushed the window wide open to prevent the fumes from drifting inside, but this let in the chilling night air which gave him quite a headache. Just as Vinson was wrapping up his smoke break, a call from his mother Susanne came through.