Vinson's dark eyes glimmered mischievously under the bright sunlight, causing Arielle to feel a blush creeping across her face.
Clearing her throat loudly, she attempted to disguise her emotions with levity. “I know you are rich. I've married a wealthy old bachelor.”
Vinson missed the point entirely. “Old?” he repeated with a frown. “I'm only three years older than you!”
Arielle thought it was funny to see him get riled up over their age difference. “Don't you know that three years is as much as a generational gap these days?”
Vinson's frown deepened in alarm as he took Arielle's words literally.
“I'm joking with you,” she said helplessly. “You can't even take a joke.”
He's taken my remark about marrying him seriously And this time, he's sulking over the generational gap thing... I get it now.He is an obtuse guy who can't take any jokes.
Even Arielle's reassurance did not ease his frown.
“Wait for me in the car,” Vinson said rather dully. “I'll get your coat.”
Without another word, he disappeared back into the building.
“Hey!” Arielle called after him, but he did not turn back. It was hard to tell if he was doing it on purpose.
Arielle scratched her head. Is he seriously angry?
She was worried that she had inadvertently offended him as she had never flirted with men before.
Just as she was feeling guilty, she suddenly noticed a car stopping by the road. Several familiar faces emerged from within.
Isn't that Yvette and Mason?
Yvette was handcuffed by the bodyguard. It was obvious that she had been forced to the City Hall against her will.
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