The Only Exception
Everyone in the room stared at Wendy differently now, especially Rayson.
Living with the Nightshires?
Rayson knew that Susanne was searching for a suitable spouse for Vinson.
Could she be that person? But what about Ms. Moore?
“What are you doing here?” questioned Vinson.
“I made some dessert earlier, and there’s extra, so Ms. Stone asked me to bring it here for you to share
with the others,” replied Wendy as she raised the dessert in her hands.
At the same time, Arielle, who was delivering materials on behalf of the filming director, halted her steps
by the door.
As she noticed Vinson and the woman standing there looking at each other, all she wanted to do was put
the items down and leave as quickly as possible.
“No, thanks,” Vinson refused. “I don’t eat desserts.”
Wendy froze. “But Ms. Stone said you love dessert.”
“I used to. Not anymore, though. Now I only like to eat ravioli.”
Upon hearing his words, the materials fell from Arielle’s hands, which created a loud sound, causing
everyone in the room to look at her.
Noticing their attention on her, Arielle apologized before running out of the room with a flushed face.
Vinson stared at her back with a small smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Wendy as she, too, looked at
the woman who had just left in a hurry.
Recalling the conversation between Vinson and Susanne this morning, the light in her eyes gradually
dimmed.
Oh, so it’s her. She’s merely a café waitress. Susanne definitely won’t fancy her. But how did she
manage to get Vinson to notice her? No, I can’t let this be. She’s not suitable for Vinson. If anything, I’m
the only perfect match for him.
When Vinson was about to chase after Arielle, Wendy pulled him back by the corner of his shirt.
“The dessert, Vinson,” she said meekly.
The woman seemed so aggrieved that everyone almost pitied her.
However, when they thought Vinson was going to show some compassion toward her, he relentlessly
pulled his shirt back before fishing out his branded handkerchief to wipe the spot that she had touched.
Then, he threw the expensive cloth in the trashcan as if it were dirty.
Shocked by his behavior, Wendy turned pale as her lips trembled. “W-What’s the meaning of this,
Vinson?”
Am I that disgusting to him?
“There’s no meaning,” he replied coldly. “I hate it when people touch me. From now on, please don’t
send anything to me anymore. Otherwise, all of them will end up in the trashcan, just like that
handkerchief. Since this is your first time making such a mistake, I’ll let you bring it back home. Also, tell
my mom to stop doing things on her accord.”
With that, he left without so much as a glance toward Wendy.
What he said was not only aimed at Wendy but every woman in the world. He had no patience for them.
The only exception was Arielle, and that was something he also could not quite decipher.
Wendy watched as Vinson left her just like that. She could feel the ridiculing stares of everyone else in
the room.
Enraged, her eyes reddened as she bit her lip before running out of the room.
They will pay for humiliating me like this, especially that stupid waitress!
On the other side, Vinson ran as fast as possible and finally caught up to Arielle, who was about to enter
the cab.
Grabbing her by the arm, he asked, “Where are you going?”
Arielle didn’t know why she suddenly found it hard to face Vinson now.
Sometimes, I seem to have no control over which direction to go to.
Not looking him in the eye, Arielle lowered her head. “The shooting’s finished, so I’m going home. Where
else can I go?”
Vinson asked the taxi driver to leave before closing the door. “I have something to ask you. Please don’t
leave first. I’ll drive you home later.”
Staring at the taxi that was driving away, Arielle inhaled deeply before turning to the man. “What is it?”
“Um, I have nothing to do with that woman earlier. I’m not even familiar with her. My mom’s the one who
let her stay in our house, so please don’t get the wrong idea,” he explained.
“Why would I get the wrong idea?” questioned Arielle. “What happens between you two isn’t my concern
at all. If this has been troubling you, you can relax now because I don’t care. Well, if that’s all, I’ll take my
leave.”
With that said, she extended an arm to hail a cab once again.
However, Vinson grabbed her wrist and turned her body around, forcing her to look at him.
His veins were popping out on his forehead as if he was restraining a specific emotion.
“Do you really not care?” he asked in a low voice as he stared at her intently. “Not even a bit?”
“Why should I care when I’m nobody to you?”
“Who said you’re nobody to me?” Vinson’s voice suddenly raised.
When he realized what he just said, his body stiffened.
Yeah. Why should I worry about what she thinks if she’s not anyone special?
Upon hearing his question, Arielle froze as she gulped. “Then who am I to you?”
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