A Beauty With Multiple Masks

At the same time, Arielle, who was delivering materials on behalf of the filming director, halted her steps by the door. As she noticed Vinson and the woman standing there looking at each other, all she wanted to do was put the items down and leave as quickly as possible. “No, thanks,” Vinson refused. “I don’t eat desserts.” Wendy froze. “But Ms. Stone said you love dessert.” “I used to. Not anymore, though.

Now I only like to eat ravioli.” Upon hearing his words, the materials fell from Arielle’s hands, which created a loud sound, causing everyone in the room to look at her. Noticing their attention on her, Arielle apologized before running out of the room with a flushed face. Vinson stared at her back with a small smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Wendy as she, too, looked at the woman who had just left in a hurry.

Recalling the conversation between Vinson and Susanne this morning, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed. Oh, so it’s her. She’s merely a café waitress. Susanne definitely won’t fancy her. But how did she manage to get Vinson to notice her? No, I can’t let this be. She’s not suitable for Vinson. If anything, I’m the only perfect match for him. When Vinson was about to chase after Arielle, Wendy pulled him back by the corner of his shirt. “The dessert, Vinson,” she said meekly.

spot that she had touched. Then, he threw the expensive cloth in the

to me anymore. Otherwise, all of them will end up in the trashcan, just like that handkerchief. Since this is your first time making such a mistake, I’ll let you bring it back home. Also, tell my mom to stop doing things on her accord.” With that, he left without so much as a glance toward Wendy. What he said was not only aimed

that was something he also could not quite decipher. Wendy watched as Vinson left her just like that. She could feel the ridiculing stares of everyone else in the room. Enraged, her eyes reddened as she bit her lip before running out of the room. They will pay for humiliating me

to. Not looking him in the eye, Arielle lowered her head. “The shooting’s finished, so I’m going home. Where else can I go?” Vinson asked the taxi driver to

I have nothing to do with that woman earlier. I’m not even familiar with her. My mom’s the one who let her