Mysterious Woman is So Gentle by Mila Chan novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Yet, Arielle remained emotionless as if she weren‘t the least bothered.

And that was the truth; she truly couldn‘t care less about being forgotten by Vinson.

She knew that the Southalls wanted connections with the Nightshires because of their elite

social status. Despite this, that prestige wasn‘t what she wanted or needed.

So, it didn‘t matter whether Vinson remembered her at all.

Shandie scoffed when Arielle didn‘t react to her.

Liar! Keep acting like you don‘t care then, Arielle. I bet that deep down, you‘re crying like a big baby who‘s hurt about the whole thing.

Serves you right! Vinson would never be interested in a plain country bumpkin like you!

Little did the four Southalls know, Vinson‘s eyes had burned holes in the back of Arielle‘s head for quite some time.

He stayed that way until Arielle boarded her flight. Only then did he let out an intrigued

chuckle.

Beside him, the assistant‘s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

What‘s going on?

Mr. Nightshire never laugh. He‘s usually unsmiling, and some would even say

intimidatingly distant. I can‘t believe he‘s chuckling to himself now.

Also, this isn‘t sneering laughter. No. It‘s more genuine, like an amused laugh that comes from deep within one‘s chest.

It‘s been ages since I last saw Mr. Nightshire laugh like this.

While the assistant was deep in thought, Vinson‘s voice suddenly sounded. He asked, “Did you notice a difference between her and the others?”

There were three women in that family. Which is he referring to?

The assistant had worked alongside Vinson for several years now, so he knew better than to

ask Vinson outright. He pondered for a while before recalling that Arielle had dressed

differently from the others.

Then he answered hesitantly, “Indeed. The other three have donned well–known designer

brands while that young lady‘s clothes... Well, they seem like some randomly bought clothes from an unknown stall.”

Even with such a sharp observation, Vinson still shook his head.

The assistant instantly stiffened in shock. Did I guess wrongly? Was Mr. Nightshire not

referring to that lady?

Just as the assistant felt flustered, Vinson‘s voice spoke up once again. “I‘m not talking about

her clothes.”

The assistant heaved a sigh of relief since he had at least guessed correctly.

Still, he frowned in confusion. “If it‘s not the clothes, then what is it?” Within seconds, Vinson‘s facial expression returned to its usual indifference. “It‘s nothing.

Let‘s resume.”

Then the assistant dropped the topic altogether. He didn‘t dare to probe any further, so he

continued with his report.

On the plane, the four Southalls sat in the same row. Henrick had been in a foul mood ever

since Arielle‘s stunt. Because of this, he ordered Arielle to carry out several mindless tasks throughout the flight. She was told to move their luggage to the overhead cabin, then tidy their coats and put them into the luggage, followed by taking out their chargers and so on...

Everyone else on the plane assumed that she was merely their housekeeper. Arielle wasn‘t bothered with doing all those tasks. All she did was comply with Henrick‘s

request without any complaints.

Eventually, Henrick couldn‘t hold it in anymore. He boomed icily, “Enough! Get over here.” Once Arielle sat down next to Henrick, he interrogated with a sharp tone, “I thought you

said that you helped Mr. Nightshire. So why didn‘t he remember you at all?”

Arielle shook her head candidly.”

him a small favor then, so it‘s normal that he

doesn‘t remember me.”

“Then you should have...” Henrick faltered as he looked at Arielle. I guess having a naive

daughter isn‘t always a beneficial thing.

If only it were Shandie who knew Vinson... she would have immediately caught on to my

intentions and tried to get closer to him.

Henrick then huffed begrudgingly, “Forget it. We‘ll talk about this later. There‘s still much

you have to learn.”

“Okay,” Arielle nodded obediently. With eyes rounded and lips parted, she feigned a

child–like innocence as if she didn‘t know what she had done wrong.

Right then, the flight attendant approached them, “Good day, Mr. Southhall. According to your flight mileage, we‘re able to give you a free upgrade to first–class.”

Henrick deliberately chose economy–class seats not only out of stinginess but also because

Then she grabbed her bag and shot straight for first–class, fearing that Arielle would somehow end up in the superior cabin instead.

Soon after, all three Southalls plopped down comfortably in their first–class seats. Shandie

had even ordered a glass of the cabin‘s complimentary red wine.

In economy–class.

Arielle could finally shut her eyes to rest now that Henrick and the others were gone.

Her chest sank with sorrow at that moment. She was human, after all; she felt sadness like

every other person on this planet. However, she was terrified of revealing her emotions and

vulnerabilities as anyone could use them against her. So she concealed everything, hiding away

under the guise of an unbothered girl.

Fake it till you make it, she reminded herself.

Just as she got comfortable in her newfound peace, a voice suddenly sounded beside her.

“Excuse me... Are you here by yourself, miss? May I sit next to you?”

A man had politely asked Arielle that question. He watched her with a set of wide eyes as his throat bobbed, gulping anxiously.

Arielle met his gaze with an icy expression. She turned him down, “Sorry, my family will be back soon. These are their seats.”

The man didn‘t need to be told twice. He turned to leave while letting out a wistful

sigh. Who am I kidding? I‘m out of her league. There‘s no way I can get a gorgeous girl like her.

Although, I wonder what kind of man will be able to reel in such a great catch... Not long after the man left, someone else approached Arielle. “Excuse me, miss...”

Arielle‘s head flung upward with a pinched expression. Just as she took in the person‘s face, her mouth fell open.

Isn‘t that person who was reporting stuff to Vinson at the airport?

The man proceeded to introduce himself, “I‘m Mr. Nightshire‘s assistant. He would like to invite you over to his private jet. I‘ve already taken the liberty to clarify things with the attendants on your current flight, so please come with me.”

Arielle hesitated for a moment, then promptly nodded when she thought about the man

who approached her earlier.

There were many people on this flight, and she wasn‘t keen on being interrupted again. “Alright,” said Arielle.

“Follow me then. This way, please.” The man gestured towards ahead.

They needed to pass through the first–class cabin to exit the aircraft.

As they walked by, Shandie immediately took notice.