NovelAppChapter 1195 Yellow Roses
When the dialing tone beeped, Arielle felt her heart racing anxiously.
It wasn't her first tcalling Vinson. In fact, she had called Vinson countless times, but she couldn't explain why she was nervous
this time.
After a couple of rings, the call went through.
“Hello? Vinson...”
Arielle’s voice was hasty, but it was Rayson who replied, “Ms. Moore, what can | do for you?”
Hearing his voice, Arielle went pale.
“Where is Vinson?” she asked curtly. Right then, she didn’t know how to feel.
Was it disappointment? Fury?
It was none of those. Instead, she felt empty, as though her entire being was floating in the air.
Rayson replied politely, “Mr. Nightshire is in the middle of a meeting, so | am keeping his phone for him. Please letknow what
you need, and I'll relay your message to him after his meeting comes to an end.”
“No need,” Arielle blurted out, her voice frosty.
She quickly realized she shouldn't be venting her anger at Rayson. Softening her voice, she said, “You don’t have to tell him |
called. It isn’t anything important.”
“Oh, | see. All right.”
“Also...” Arielle couldn't help but ask, “Is he busy recently?”
“Yes,” cRayson'’s reply. “We have a huge project that requires his full attention, so he'll be pretty busy these few days.”
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She cut the line and took a taxi to Maureen's Kitchen.
Initially, she wanted Vinson to join her for lunch back at Maple Mansion, but she decided to head to Maureen's Kitchen since he was
busy.
The only way to stop herself from overthinking was to keep herself busy.
Back at the CEO's office in Nightshire Group, Rayson returned the phone to Vinson, who was standing right beside him. He asked
worriedly, “Mr. Nightshire, are you going to avoid Ms. Moore for the next few days?”
Vinson nodded thoughtfully and explained, “She's smart enough to realize my plan if | talk to her in person. | want to surprise her,
so she can’t find out about it before it happens.”
“But...” Rayson seemed hesitant. “Ms. Moore sounded upset through the phone.”
Vinson paced around his office before ordering, “Get a bouquet and deliver it to her.”
“All right.” Rayson bobbed his head respectfully.
Before he could leave, Vinson stopped him.
“Wait, you don’t have to do that. Ill pick the flowers myself.”
It'll be a surprise if she receives the flowers | picked personally.
In the blink of an eye, it was nightfall.
After working hard for the entire day, Arielle returned to Maple Mansion for dinner.
No one was home, save for the housekeeper’s bustling figure.
She glanced at the clock and found that it was already ten at night. Is he not back yet?
Vinson’s call arrived when she was wondering if she should give him a call.
Delighted, she answered the call.
“Vinson—"
“Yes.” Vinson's voice was apologetic. “I'm sorry. I'll be busy these few days and can’t keep you company. Rayson toldthat you
called earlier. What is it about?”
“Oh, nothing.” Arielle was contented to hear his voice.
After a momentary silence, Vinson asked, “Did you receive the flowers?”
“Yes.” Arielle told him, “The yellow roses are gorgeous.”
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