Chapter 1450 Paternity Test
Arielle’s brows were tightly furrowed in displeasure as she replied to Vinson, “I was planning on doing a paternity test with him, but it could be challenging to get a sample.”
There were several methods of conducting paternity tests, though each was difficult to carry out under Arielle’s circumstances.
Vinson suggested, “If you can’t get anything from the king, what about Aaron?”
Now that he knew Aaron was possibly Arielle’s younger brother, his animosity toward the man had reduced significantly.
“Aren’t you unhappy about my interactions with him?” Arielle looked at her husband and continued, “You got jealous when I spare him even a single glance.” Subconsciously, Arielle’s hand traced her swollen lips.
Vinson smirked. Well, things are different now.
He did not know that Aaron was potentially her younger brother. Now that their familial relationship was a distinct possibility, Vinson was open to the idea of changing his jealous behavior toward the man. I mean, I still don’t like him, but I’m no longer as averse to him as before.
“So, will you follow my suggestion?”
“Vinson, if the king is truly my biological father…” Arielle trailed off hesitantly. She lowered her eyes in indecision.
Sensing her turmoil, Vinson wrapped her in a hug and advised tenderly, “Let’s not worry so far ahead. We should confirm if he’s truly your birth father first. We can think about the rest later.”
She leaned into his embrace and nodded.
Arielle felt as though she was becoming more dependent on Vinson. In the past, she would have dealt with every problem that came her way alone, regardless of its complexity. However, ever since she met Vinson and started a relationship with him, she was always a little reliant on him when she ran into trouble.
She could not tell if her dependence on him was a bad thing. After all, having someone trustworthy to rely on was a happy and fortunate thing in life.
While Arielle and Vinson happily embraced each other at Paelsford Manor, Aaron was stewing in jealousy in the corner of a bar.
“Would you like a drink, mister?” A woman that was dressed revealingly came over with a drink in hand when she saw Aaron brooding silently in a corner. His cold and haughty demeanor intrigued her.
She bent down and practically put her assets in full view of Aaron. Then, she looked at him with her large, doe eyes and enchanting gaze. Her voice was soft and seductive.
Aaron looked at her and spat, “Get lost!”
She had not expected him to be this hostile, yet it only boosted her interest in him. No man had ever escaped her charms alive.
“Playing hard to get, I see.” The woman arched a brow and teased, “I like that!”
After that, she moved to face Aaron directly and placed a hand on his seat, intending to lean into him. To her dismay, Aaron pushed her away and glared daggers at her. He threatened, “Get lost. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
His frosty tone left no room for misinterpretation. The woman finally realized what was going on. He’s not playing hard to get. He just doesn’t like women!
She dared not test her luck further and scrambled off in search of her next target.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t she totally your type?” Bernd wheeled himself over to Aaron, stunned after witnessing his friend’s fierce dismissal of the woman.
Aaron vehemently downed the remaining pint of his beer and said, “That was in the past!”
“Bad mood?” Bernd arched a brow questioningly.
Aaron placed his empty mug on the table and looked at his friend. He asked, “Bernd, how would you make a woman fall in love with you?”
At the moment, he looked as lost as a child.
Bernd returned his stare and deadpanned, “You’re the prince, for God’s sake! Which woman wouldn’t be dying to marry you? Why waste your mind on such a useless concern?”
