At the end of the day, Sylvain was a leading fashion designer. They had small talks during the journey that inspired Arianne. In the end, she felt that Sylvain sending her home was not such a bad idea.Sylvain waved at her when they arrived outside the entrance to Tremont Estate. “See you tomorrow.”She thanked him and quickly exited the vehicle.Mary had seen all of this and strode forward with Aristotle in her arms. “Ari, who sent you home? That isn’t Mr. Tremont’s car.”“A colleague,” Arianne replied casually.Mary grew increasingly apprehensive. “A colleague? A male? I may not have much experience, but after working for the Tremonts for so many years, I can tell how expensive that car is. What colleague of yours could possibly drive such an expensive car? One look at that color, and you can just tell how unreliable he is. You should avoid him as much as possible. Why is a grown man driving a red car? Mr. Tremont won’t be happy if he finds out about this.”Only after Mary’s na
Mark seemed to have assumed that Arianne was already asleep because he came through the door, still on the phone, instead of trying to hide the conversation. “I couldn't care less whatever it is that you plan to do,” he barked. “You go ahead and crap out as many troubles as you like until the world ends. I don’t care. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not, by any means, an unprincipled man.”Hearing the steely rage in his voice, Arianne put her pen down and looked up at him.Their eyes met, and a slight change overcame Mark’s expression before he hung up immediately. “You’re still awake? What are you doing in the living room?”Arianne tucked her unfinished draft toward herself. “Waiting for you, what else? Who were you talking to? You sounded pissed.”Weariness rose in his eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m going for a bath. You should rest early.”Arianne was quite upset with him waving the question aside. She had heard every single word he spoke while he was on the phone, and her instin
The first rationale that came into Arianne’s mind was that Sylvain lived in a nearby neighborhood, which would be a reasonable explanation that begged no further attention. Since Arianne found going forward and bidding him good morning a little too bothersome, she decided to turn around and leave the area via another route.Sylvain suddenly rolled down his car window and waved at her. “Morning, Sunshine! We work at the same place, don’t we? I could give you a lift.”Arianne could not catch his expression from her spot across the street, but he still managed to throw her off. Why did she feel as though this guy had been here doing groundworks out of an unfathomable intent?Naturally, Sylvain’s greeting made it impossible to feign not seeing him. Uneasily, she went into his car and asked, “Why are you here?”Sylvain leveled her with an enigmatic, meaningful smile. “What will you do… if I tell you that I had been waiting for you at this spot, this whole time, with the explicit intenti
Robin was never good at saying no, so to save her from embarrassment, Arianne received her glass and said, “Cheers.”That pleased Sylvain, who immediately sat between Robin and Arianne. “Now, that’s more like it.”Robin had never interacted with men before, so the abrupt arrangement that came out of left field quickly stifled her, causing the poor girl to straighten her back before freezing in that stiff position. Unfortunately, Sylvain was so extroverted and carefree that he wrapped his arm around Robin’s shoulder in a swoop.“Soooo! I heard you’re Arianne’s lil’ puppy. Methinks you shouldn't adopt too much of your master’s reticence. It doesn’t add to your charm if you keep things to yourself and don’t talk,” he pointed out.Arianne quickly raised her voice and clarified, “Excuse me, but she isn’t my ‘puppy.’ The correct term you were looking for is ‘protégé,’ okay? ‘Puppy,’ seriously? It sounds unflattering. And also, she’s never had a boyfriend before, so please don’t act so ca
Once outside, Robin ranted, “Did you have to stop me? They badmouthed you behind your back, missy! Aren’t you peeved? I’ve always thought that I’m a weak-willed doormat, but you’re cool, aren’t you? Or are you just as much of a scaredy-cat as I am? You afraid of getting into trouble?”Arianne steadied herself with the help of a tree at the sidewalk. “No, it’s more like there’s no point. You heard them, right? They know me as Mrs. Tremont. If I quarrelled with them for this little thing or, I dunno, turned it physical, how badly would that reflect on me? I’d embarrass my man, too! Honestly, I’m just so-very-disinterested in talking to people like these, you know? As long as their stinkin’ blabbering mouths don’t take it too far, I don’t care. If they crossed my line, though, I’d hit back.”Robin broke out a dumb, drunken smile. “Oh ho ho, touche! We’re not as low as they are. Fighting a bunch of losers like that will be soooo undignifying! Whelp, this is it. See you later, Arianne! I’
Arianne could not answer Davy. Instead, she haphazardly waved her hands in dismissal.When Mark noticed how unsteady her steps were and how she held onto the door frame, he dropped the papers in his hand and rushed forward, catching her.“Who made you drink, Ari? Don’t you know your limits?” he reproved.Arianne threw herself onto his chest and writhed against it. “T-There was a company hangout, and um, I couldn’t be absent, and I drank a bit, b-b-but I’m feeling really, really off right now. It’s not the usual, wasted sort of off. It’s just… uh, weird…”Mark frowned and felt her slightly feverish forehead. A pang came to him, and he asked, “Did you come here alone?”“I h-h-hailed a cab, but I can’t endure this until I reach home, I just can’t,” she slurred under her breath. “So I came to your office, and God, why is it so hot in here? Your AC is too high…”She swung her bag across the floor and began to pull her blouse apart, baring a pair of delicate cheekbones and her snowy-fa
Arianne smiled awkwardly. “Sorry… I might have had a little too much to drink last night.”A thought hit Mark and his expression turned grim. “You didn’t drink too much, but someone put something in your drink. Now that you’re sober, think carefully. Who did it? I certainly can’t let you go to the office worry-free if you have someone two-faced by your side.”Arianne was reminded of more details from last night, thanks to his reminder. That’s right, she wouldn’t have felt so hot just from alcohol, and she was overcome by such a strange feeling too. That feeling pushed her to go to Mark’s office to see him then demand sex from him, over and over again…She thought of the champagne from Sylvain last night. He had deliberately emphasized that that champagne was for her and had stopped her from sharing it with anyone else. Everyone else had drunk other liquor, so it was impossible for this to have happened to everyone else. If it was the champagne, was Sylvain behind all of this?She d
She went on her tiptoes then boldly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then, she planted a kiss on his cheek and hurried away. “Don’t forget to pick me up after work! I’ll stay with you if you have to do overtime!”Mark lifted his hand and touched his cheek longingly as he watched her leave. The corners of his lips slowly curved upwards. The sun was certainly rising from the west today…He went back into the car and remembered how she had been spiked last night. He couldn’t stop worrying, so he sent her a message: ‘Be careful, call me if you need anything. Don’t show off and try to solve everything on your own. I’d have to clean up after you if you mess it up. That would be even more troublesome for me.’Arianne replied to his message with a smiley face. She knew what to do.Robin usually arrived earlier than she did. Today, for the first time ever, Robin still hadn’t arrived even though it was almost time for work. Sylvain obviously wasn’t going to arrive that early