A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 359

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 359

Arielle sighed gloomily. Lighting the therapeutic candles which Andrea had given her, she switched off the light and went to sleep.

The therapeutic candles were very effective and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Vinson kept tossing and turning around on his bed after turning off the lights.

He stopped himself from contacting Arielle for six hours. Over that period of time, he had been busy with work, so he couldn’t contact her. However, now that he was back in the Maple Mansion, his urge to contact Arielle increased.

Upon recalling what Sasha said about waiting for a week, he forcefully held himself back. Just go to sleep. The night will end soon!

Two hours later, Vinson sat up abruptly in the darkness and switched the bedside lamp on.

I can’t sleep! D*mn it. Why is my insomnia acting up now? Is it because of the time difference? It must be!

Vinson grabbed his phone from the table and looked through his messages. There were a bunch of texts, but none of them was from Arielle.

This cruel woman! Even though I didn’t contact her, doesn’t she know how to call me and ask if I’ve reached home?

Frustrated, Vinson leaned against the headboard and lit up a cigarette.

Through the hazy smoke, he suddenly spotted what he had brought back from Hubert’s place.

Standing up, he drank the medicine in one gulp before returning to bed.

Perhaps it was because of the medicine or his biological clock, he finally felt drowsy. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

When one was awake, time passed by slowly. However, when one was asleep, time passed in the blink of an eye.

Vinson was woken up by his phone.

As he was easily annoyed when woken up, he barked in annoyance after picking up the call, “What’s the matter?”

Terrified by his fierce tone, the person on the other end introduced himself with a trembling voice, “Good morning, Mr. Nightshire. I’m Marcus Brown, the principal of Jadeborough University.”

Vinson fell silent for a while. His temper subsided as he greeted, “Good morning, Mr. Brown.”

Only then did Marcus heave a sigh of relief. “Looks like I’ve disturbed your rest.”