Vinson shrugged. “What's the use of having one? Stop wasting time and start cooking. I'll be waiting outside.”
Just as he spoke, he walked out with his cutlery and plate, as if she was his housekeeper.
Arielle stomped her feet in frustration. However, she had no choice as she was bound by her word.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself to not make a fuss over the matter. After all, Vinson had helped her significantly that evening.
With that thought in mind, Arielle calmed down and began cooking.
Obeying Vinson's instructions, she cooked some of every different flavor. Soon, she had prepared
two plates of freshly cooked ravioli.
After making the sauce, she poured it over the ravioli before bringing out the plates.
Vinson was on the phone when he saw Arielle approach. Pointing at the food, he gestured for Arielle to start first.
Coincidentally, Arielle was hungry. Disregarding Vinson, she began to dig in.
She didn't feel hungry earlier because there were too many things going on. But now that she had a break and Vinson was still on the phone, she realized she was famished. In no time at all, she finished a significant portion of the ravioli.
The amount she ate was a lot more than her usual capacity.
Putting down her cutlery, she sighed in
satisfaction.
Since she was done, she subconsciously looked in Vinson's direction.
He had a grim expression on as he uttered into the phone, “There's nothing we can do if we were discovered. You should continue your search and see if you can find anything useful.”
When he was done, Vinson ended the call with a grunt.
Looking at his solemn face, Arielle couldn't help but ask, “What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?”
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