A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 113

Chapter 113,A Beauty with Multiple Masks

“I…” “Arielle, you don’t have to put up a strong front in front of me…” As Vinson spoke, he suddenly

realized that he did not sound like himself at all. Hence, he hurriedly added, “Your act doesn’t work in

front of me. I can see through everyone’s pretenses, so you should just save your energy.” Initially,

Arielle felt slightly touched by Vinson. However, her expression now turned cold. “Thank you for helping

me save my energy, but I’m really not upset.”

She never told anyone about her vulnerabilities. Gazing at her deeply, Vinson felt a strange sense of

frustration. He was about to speak when someone knocked on the door again. “Shh…” Vinson made a

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shushing gesture. Understanding his intention, Arielle hid in the bedroom again. However, the moment

she entered, she heard Vinson. “Come out. He’s one of us.” Arielle quickly pushed the door open and

returned to the living room.

She saw the bespectacled man, whom she had seen in the Jupiters, standing in the living room. He was

holding the tissue paper which contained Henrick’s hair. The man sniffed it, scrunched his nose and

asked, “Why is there a smell?” Arielle blushed. As she had hidden it in her shoe, it smelled a little… Just

when she was feeling embarrassed and unsure how to explain, Vinson said calmly, “You’re such a clean

freak. I have only held it in my hand for a few minutes.

If it smells… It’s probably the scent of my body.” Arielle was stunned. When Carter heard that, he did not

dwell on it further and shoved the tissue paper into his pocket. Then, his gaze fell onto Arielle and

lingered there for a moment. When he glanced at Vinson, who only had a towel wrapped around him, a

look of surprise crept into his eyes. “Are both of you…” “It’s something personal, so we need to hide it

from some people.” “Looks like this lady is the one who requires the DNA test.” Carter stretched his hand

out to her. “Please give me a strand of your hair too.”

Arielle immediately plucked out a strand of hair and passed it to Carter. He grabbed a piece of tissue,

wrapped the strand and said to Vinson, “About that dude in the hospital… We’ve tried all kinds of

methods, but none of them works. The doctor said that he has post-traumatic stress disorder, so the

treatment’s going to be tough. It’ll take at least a year.” “A year?” Vinson immediately frowned and said,

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“We can’t wait for so long.”

At that moment, Arielle took a step forward and asked, “Post-traumatic stress disorder?” When she

suddenly chimed in, Carter adjusted his spectacles unhappily. To him, all women were trouble. However,

as Arielle was Vinson’s friend, he had more patience for her than for other women. As he had already

argued with the other two in the hospital because of Arielle, he was so annoyed that he had a headache.

Hence, he was starting to lose his patience with her. “It’s between both of us, so Ms. Moore, you

shouldn’t…” Before Carter could finish his sentence, Vinson raised his hand and interrupted him.

Confused, he heard Vinson ask Arielle, “Do you know about post-traumatic stress disorder?” She

nodded and said, “The acronym for post-traumatic stress disorder is PTSD.

My… My friend from overseas—or to be more specific, a couple—is doing research in this area. They

aim to cure it through traditional Chanaean medicine. When I was free, I picked up some knowledge from

them.” Carter asked in surprise, “Treat a psychological illness with traditional Chanaean medicine? Are

you joking?”