Chapter 1321

Chapter 1321 Are You Unwell Arielle shook her head as she did not know how long it would take to rescue her parents.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Mr. Sleight.” She was beginning to regret her participation in the movie as it had severely restricted her other obligations.

Despite his reluctance to grant her leave, Sam eventually gave in upon seeing Arielle’s desperation.

“We’ll shoot your scenes toward the end. Take care of your personal matters quickly and come back soon, won’t you?”

“Thank you, Mr. Sleight.” After saying goodbye to Sam, Arielle left the studio with Sasha and Coco to the Nightshire residence. She exchanged contact information with Coco before having the chauffeur send the latter home. By the time she finally arrived home, Arielle did not have much of an appetite as a result of worrying about her parents. After a quick shower, she tucked herself into bed without having dinner.

I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the sacrifices they made. How could I sleep knowing that they’d been kidnapped because of me? If only I didn’t have to worry about Vinson tagging along, I would have gone by now instead of enduring the torture of waiting in vain.

Vinson arrived home from the office at eight that night. Knowing that Arielle had gone to bed without dinner, he headed up to the bedroom with a frown, only to find it in pitch-black darkness. He was about to turn on the lights when the click of the nightstand lamp switch preceded a dazzling brightness that temporarily blinded him.

“You’re back, Vin,” Arielle said as she poked her head out of the quilt.

“Why didn’t you have dinner before going to bed? Are you unwell?” Vinson demanded as he strode swiftly toward her and felt her forehead before she could react. “That’s strange. You’re not unusually warm.”

“I’m fine. I just don’t feel like eating,” Arielle replied as she pushed his hand aside. “What about you? I could cook you something if you like.”

“I’ve had dinner before coming home.” Vinson smiled, touched by her concern. “You, on the other hand, need to eat. You must be tired and hungry from shooting all afternoon. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll whip up some pasta for you.”

“You? Cook?” Surprised, Arielle gaped at Vinson, who appeared deeply offended. “What’s wrong with that?” he answered defensively.

“Nothing,” she said at once with a reconciliatory smile. “I can’t wait!” It’s rare enough that he volunteers to cook. I must remember not to tease him about it.

Vinson was aware that she was skeptical of his culinary skills. “Just you wait,” he promised as he stroked the tip of her nose playfully before disappearing down the stairs.

Twenty minutes later, he returned with a plate in his hands. Nudged into action by the smell, Arielle quickly got out of bed and sat down at the table.

“It looks delicious!” she remarked appreciatively before twirling some pasta with her fork without waiting for an invitation. Her eyes lit up the moment the pasta came into contact with her tongue. “It’s amazing,” she gushed with an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“Told you so!”

“It really is. Well done, Vin!”

“Thank you, Darling,” Vinson replied, his eyes twinkling with content at the improvement of her mood.

Arielle did not originally intend to have dinner. However, the smell of Vinson’s cooking changed her mind. To her surprise, she suddenly found herself with a voracious appetite as she attacked the plate with a fork with Vinson watching her indulgently.