Chapter 1288
Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1288 Allow Me To Visit âLetâs do thisâ¦â A wide grin spread across Queenieâs face as a wicked idea popped up in her mind.
She leaned in close to whisper her plan into Donovanâs ear.
Donovanâs eyes gleamed with unbridled glee when he heard her ingenious idea. This plan is wonderful!
I can almost taste the sweet revenge. Arielle is just a woman that was cast aside by Vinson. Iâm sure Vinson wouldnât conduct a search party to look for her if she mysteriously disappears.
Meanwhile, Arielle had just entered her room. Her phone was flooded with messages from Vinson that read: How are things going? Did you eat all your meals? When will the competition end? When can you come back? Let me know when itâs all over, and Iâll pick you up. Itâs been three days since I last saw you; I miss you so much.
Arielle could imagine Vinsonâs caring expression as she read his text messages. The manâs love for her filled her with warmth, and she reveled in the wonderful feeling of being coddled.
Unfortunately, the competition that was meant to last for only three days had been extended. The three days away from Vinson filled Arielle with longing for the man. She buried those feelings of yearning at the bottom of her heart. She dared not address those emotions for now because she was aware that once she allowed herself to miss him, the feeling would only magnify and engulf her wholly.
She picked up her phone and instead of replying with a text message, she video-called Vinson.
On the other end, Vinson was busying himself with work. With Arielle away from home, he had no reason to return to his mansion and preferred to spend his nights at the company. At this moment, his eyes lit up with delight when he saw the incoming call from Arielle, and he quickly picked up.
Greeted by Vinsonâs excited grin, Arielle teased, âAre you glad that Iâm not around?â
Vinson was not in the mood to play along. His eyes darted around the phone screen to capture every detail of Arielleâs face. His eyes filled with worry as he asked, âWhy do you look so haggard? Did you have trouble sleeping last night?â
âI didnât get a wink of sleep last night,â Arielle replied with a smile as she rubbed her face. She recounted the events of yesterday to fill Vinson in. She was happy to share all the parts of her life that Vinson was absent from.
âIâve always known that youâre the best.â Vinsonâs eyes glimmered with pride as he gazed at the young woman on his phone screen. âYouâve had a long day. You should get some rest; you have another competition tomorrow. You need all the rest you can get to be in the best condition for it.â
Although their reunion had to be delayed, the joy Arielle radiated was contagious, and Vinson was contented to see his wife do what she loved.
âAll right, then. Iâll go get some sleep. You should get back to work too.â As she spoke, Arielle moved closer to her phone and gave Vinson a sweet kiss before quickly hanging up.
Although she was fast, Vinson noticed that the tips of her ears were tinged red from shyness, and he marveled over how Arielle always had a hold on him.
With that thought in mind, Vinson sent Arielle a text. It read: Darling, youâre too mean. Youâre making me thirsty without giving me a way to quench the thirst. Would you allow me to visit you?
Arielleâs face was already burning from her bold show of affection, but her cheeks turned redder after reading Vinsonâs suggestive text. It was just a small kiss! Thereâs no need for him to come all the way here.
Fearing that the man would already be on his way if she waited a minute too long, Arielle quickly sent a reply to him that read: Youâre forbidden to come! Donât distract me!
All right, then. Youâll have to make up for it when you come home! Adoration for Arielle surged through Vinson when he imagined Arielleâs expression on the other end.
Arielleâs face flushed crimson when she saw the words âmake up for it.â Knowing that he would demand more than just a kiss, she answered: Weâll discuss this later.
Go to sleep. Iâll be waiting for your victorious return.