Vinson was extremely certain that Arielle would not say yes.
Yet, in the next second...
“Sure! I happen to have something that I want to tell you.”
Vinson immediately frowned.
She actually agreed? There's even something that she wants to say to him? What gives? What common topic do they possibly have? It's their first time meeting each other!
Vinson could no longer contain himself. He approached Arielle and warned her intentionally, “Arielle, there's one more shot tomorrow. Watch your diet. Don't consume any junk and affect your performance tomorrow.”
Before Arielle could answer, Harvey chimed in, “Don't worry, Vin, the CEO. Rest assured that I won't treat her to any junk food that will pose an adverse effect on her work tomorrow. We'll have a healthy diet, all right?”
With a darkened face, Vinson muttered, “It's up to you.” Then, he left.
The perplexed Harvey stared at his back and grumbled, “This fellow...”
“What's wrong?” Arielle asked, “Did you guys have any prior arrangement?”
“Yeah, initially, he wanted to gather with a few friends because he has no plans today. Oh well, it doesn't matter. We have plenty of chances to meet up anyways.” “I see. Shall we go?”
“Let's go! What would you like to have?”
Sitting in his car, Vinson witnessed the two of them chatting happily as they boarded their vehicle. Subconsciously, Vinson tightened his grip on the documents in his hand.
His assistant, who was at the driver's seat held his breath as the air was as thick as butter and the tension so thick one could cut it with a knife.
After half an hour, they arrived at an Italian restaurant.
Arielle and Harvey sat opposite each other, enjoying some delicious pasta.
She ate hastily and then went straight into the topic. “Mr. Jupiter, I need to tell you something...”
He put down his fork and interrupted her words.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: His Versatile Gorgeous Wife