Chapter 123


    Carter nodded promptly as whatever misgivings he had against Arielle from before had be a thing


    of the past. “I’m going over there myself to expedite it, but no matter the level of urgency, processing


    will still take up to a day. I believe that if I were to head down personally, we should be able to get the


    results before tomorrow morning.” “Thank you.” “You’ve been a great help to us, so that’s the least I


    could do,” Carter said while he looked to the man in the bed.


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    “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 ce? Arielle nced at the man. “If he’s


    already conscious and you don’t need me toplete 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 ced 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 re at Carter.


    “What the hell did you do?” “I…” Carter scratched his nose ufortably. 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 gettingte, 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.”


    Arielle seemed to have wanted to say something but ultimately did not do so as she was far too weary,


    and so instead, she quietly closed her eyes to get rested.


    It did not take long before her breath steadied and she fell into a deep sleep. Initially seated with his


    back to Arielle, Vinson slowly turned around when he heard her breathing settled. His gaze then fell


    upon her face. The slumbering woman waspletely unguarded, and as docile as a snoozing


    Persian cat. It was as though Arielle’s face had some sort of maic draw to it, because by the time


    he came to his senses, his hand was already almost upon her cheeks.


    Bemused, Vinson quickly withdrew it, feeling quite annoyed with himself. Had deprivation made him


    that desperate for a woman? Come to think of it, Arielle was really more outstanding than thoseme


    socialites and heiresses that his mother had been introducing to him. If it was her, he would not have


    been so averse to spending the rest of his life with a woman.


    The way Arielle upied his every thought made him shake his own noggin in frustration. He did not


    want to continue being alone in Arielle’spany, 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.