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.


    Looks like I’m really drunk. pping 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


    resemnce 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. Simrly, he was very particr 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 hade of age. He did not wish tomit 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 exined, “Don’t misunderstand me,


    Vinson. I… I didn’t n 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?”


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    Hissing in pain, Arielle pped 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 nce 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.