Steve and Elle blink countless times. They have noticed, Vinson is eating a lot tonight and the opposite of him.
Vinson lifted his head and saw them gaping at him with funny faces.
He asked, "What? Is something on my face?"
"Have you realized that is your fifth bowl?" Elle reminded him that Vinson only shrug his shoulder and continues eating until he has his fifth bowl.
"Mr Hart, a dessert for you."
"Umm..." His eyes spark with delight upon seeing the platter of tiramisu. It didn't hide from his siblings how his face brightened when the server placed the plate on the table.
Steve wants to try it, but Vinson slaps his hand. "Vin..." Steve was astounded by what Vinson did.
"Can you still stuff your stomach for more? We wanted to try it too! It looks different from the usual tiramisu." Elle has observed.
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After dinner, Aria cleaned up the kitchen. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw Vinson standing up slowly on his own, both hands holding the handrails.
It was the first time for her to see him on his feet. Since she saw him the first time, he had been sitting all the time, so she never noticed how tall he was before. He was over six feet and had an imposing appearance that made him look like a model. Not to mention the perfect shape of his side face which was formed under the white lamp light by his full forehead, straight nose, lips that were pressed tightly together, and beautiful chin.
When Vinson reached the ends of the handrails, his face suddenly twisted in pain, and his upstanding body began shaking.
"Be careful..." Aria hurriedly rushed over to hold Vinson's arms.
Vinson stretched out his arms subconsciously to grab something but ended up grasping Aria's sleeves. As Vinson was pulled by Aria all of a sudden, he fell forward to her. Thud! With a loud thud, both of them fell onto the couch, with Vinson's body lying above Aria's Coincidentally, his lips pressed against her smooth forehead.
Aria's breath hitched in her throat. Forgetting how to react, she simply froze under Vinson's body. Vinson was not in a better state either. He could feel the smooth sensation under his lips, while Aria's natural scent wafted into his nose. It smelled different from other perfumes, resembling the scent of milk and fresh flowers.
"Mr Hart...What are you doing?" Aria blushed.
"Hey! Be quiet. I can't move." Vinson's voice was heard from next to her ear. His breath blew across her earlobe, numbed her neck, and made her feel quite uncomfortable.
Vinson tried very hard to raise his head. He widened his eyes because of the pain. His handsome face was only an inch away from her nose. "My spine hurts so badly once I tried to move," he said with a dry voice.
When facing such an incredibly handsome face, eyes to eyes, nose to nose, Aria couldn't help but feel her heart thump.
"Don't stare at me like a predator." Vinson snorted coldly when he saw the glow in her eyes.
Hearing his words, Aria nearly choked on her saliva. Even though she had been trying to stay calm, her face blushed in anger. "I am not staring at you."
Vinson shouted "Steve." Vinson called Steve seven or eight times, but no response was heard.
Aria felt anxious. She had to maintain this strange pose without daring to move at all, as she worried that once she moved, Vinson's spine, which was finally recovering, would be hurt again.
The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward. Vinson felt quite uncomfortable as well.
"Steve! Steve! Help." Aria hurriedly shouted out loud.
"What happened?" Elle asked, pushing the door open. She blushed when she saw that Vinson was lying upon Aria. She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands and said, "Sorry, Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I thought you were calling Steve just now. I think I misheard it."
After saying that, Elle quickly shut the door.
"Elle Hart! Get your ass in here!" Vinson yelled in rage. "Can't you see that I just fell?"
After about ten seconds, Elle opened the door without hesitation. "Sorry, sorry, I misunderstood." Blushingly, she ran to them and helped Vinson sit in his wheelchair with quite some effort.
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Aria went upstairs. She knocked on Vinson's door, then walked into the master bedroom. Vinson was sitting by the tea table with a macadamia nut in his hand.
"Mr Hart, I have something to say." Aria walked towards him.
She carefully opened her mouth. "I coincidentally run with Madam Josie today. She told me that I don't have to work here anymore." Aria silently took a deep breath. "I will leave tomorrow."
Vinson rubbed his forehead, then released a wave of coldness from his eyes while saying through clenched teeth word by word, "Who paid your salary?."
Aria stood silently without lifting her head.
Vinson heavily put the teacup back on the tea table and said, "Unless I told you to quit, you have to work for me."
"But your mother...." Aria trailed off her words when Vinson clenched his fists tight enough to click his joints as if he wanted to tear Aria's mouth apart.