Chapter 391: The Rose He Stole

Cheyenne was certain that he wasn't Aidan because Aidan always smelled like cologne... while Vincent had a subtle scent of sandalwood. This kind of fragrance was reserved for mature men who were calm and composed in any situation. Vincent gave off a clean and obedient vibe... it was hard to imagine him associating with those human demons. Vincent realized he had been impolite and smiled apologetically. "Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were busy! I wanted to talk to Kelvin about some company matters. I just started recently and there are things I don't quite understand, so I wanted to borrow some files." Cheyenne knew he was lying, but she couldn't expose his falsehood directly. She gritted her teeth and faked a light laugh. "Kelvin is exhausted and asleep. Master Vincent, you can come again when he wakes up." Saying that, Cheyenne elegantly yawned, portraying an impatient look of "I'm tired, why aren't you leaving?" She was beautiful and restless, tugging at heart