His Versatile Gorgeous Wife novel Chapter 178

Everyone in the room stared at Wendy differently now, especially Rayson.

Living with the Nightshires?

Rayson knew that Susanne was searching for a suitable spouse for Vinson.

Could she be that person? But what about Ms. Moore?

“What are you doing here?” questioned Vinson.

“I made some dessert earlier, and there's extra, so Ms. Stone asked me to bring it here for you to share with the others,” replied Wendy as she raised the dessert in her hands.

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 cafe 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.

The woman seemed so aggrieved that everyone almost pitied her.

However, when they thought Vinson was going to show some compassion toward her, he relentlessly pulled his shirt back before fishing out his branded handkerchief to wipe the spot that she had touched. Then, he threw the expensive cloth in the trashcan as if it were dirty.

Shocked by his behavior, Wendy turned pale as her lips trembled. “W-What's the meaning of this, Vinson?”

Am I that disgusting to him?

“There's no meaning,” he replied coldly. “I hate it when people touch me. From now on, please don't send anything 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.”