Arielle felt like she had just found a shady oasis in the middle of the scorching desert.
She could not help but seek for more.
Soon, both of their clothes had already been tossed to the side and their bodies were pressed close to each other.
Initially, Arielle felt like she had been set on fire. However, as time passed, it seemed like Vinson was the one being drugged instead.
Once was not enough—he did it
twice.
Still, that was not enough. Vinson was only satisfied when the sky started to turn bright and their sweat had almost drenched the blankets.
“Go to sleep.” Vinson pinched Arielle's nose and kissed her ears before releasing her.
Arielle got out of bed to wash up. Then, she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
It was like her insomnia had cured itself in an instant.
After seeing that, Vinson got up to take a shower. Then, he did not leave the room immediately. Instead, he gazed at Arielle for a long time as she slept. After leaving a lingering kiss on her lips, he snuck out of the guest room quietly and returned to his bedroom upstairs.
He had already checked that there were no surveillance cameras installed in the house, so no one would discover that he went downstairs.
Soon, morning came.
Penelope woke up early in the morning to prepare breakfast.
However, since the chefs had returned, she did not do anything except bark orders at them like she was the mistress of the house.
The chefs secretly complained, “Where did this woman come from? I have a Michelin award, but she said that my knife skill is bad!”
“It's not just you! Didn't you see our head chef looking so furious? She said that he did not know how to knead the dough properly! I'm really done with her.”
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