“Woken up?” The man closed his laptop and looked up at her.“Mm…” Arianne wanted to get up but even the slightest movement brought her a dull pain to her left shoulder. It was then that she recalled what happened.Mark Tremont went forward to check her wound. “Don’t move.”Arianne stayed obediently whilst the pressing urge from her lower abdomen made her incredibly awkward. She wanted to go to the washroom but there was only Mark Tremont here and her mobility was compromised… Any minor movement would cause agony to her injury.As if noticing her unease, Mark Tremont asked, “Do you want to go to the washroom?”“Yeah…” Arianne Wynn blushed.Mark Tremont said nothing as he attentively helped her up, his gentleness was unlike his usual self. Even then, Arianne was still breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain. Crimson stained the bandage around her wound.Arianne had gone to the washroom half-carried by Mark Tremont. When his hand went towards her pants, she quickly said, “I’ll do it my
Arianne’s hand that held her spoon quavered. Looking at the half bowl of soup, she hesitated before saying, “Mary, help me to another serving…”Mary saw through her little gimmick and answered softly, “Ah, why are you so scared of sir? He won’t gobble you up.”After the meal, Arianne trudged up the stairs only after Mary finished cleaning the table.The door to the master bedroom was half open, however she still knocked before entering.Mark Tremont was going through documents in front of the French window with a cigarette between his fingers. Half a glass of wine stood on the small table beside him.Naturally, he stubbed out the cigarette when Arianne coughed from the smoke.“Come over.”She went closer to him. “Is there… anything you need me for?”Putting down the document in his hands, Mark Tremont took her into his embrace without warning. “I’m going on an overseas business trip tomorrow. Come with me.”Arianne’s ability to think was already affected having been seated on his legs.
Mark Tremont left early in the morning the next day.Arianne Wynn had turned her closet inside out yet she could not find anything befitting to wear. This was the first time she felt the desire to go shopping. She invited Tiffany Lane, and they both headed to the mall together.When Arianne went to pay, Tiffany’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape when she saw the bank service deduction text on the former’s mobile phone. “Ari, that’s a little too much. I’ve always thought that you’re poor, but it seems like you’re only pretending to be poor huh! You’re a little rich woman!”Arianne was reluctant to mention that the money was from Mark Tremont, simply replying, “That’s nonsense. Let’s go.”The gathering at night was located at Will Sivan’s family beach villa.When Arianne Wynn and Tiffany Lane arrived at the party, a crowd had already formed. Arianne was unfamiliar with most of the guests, having never met them. Will Sivan stood out the most among the mass of people, attracting her line of visio
Brian Pearce took in his dark expression and deduced that something must have happened as he quickly made a turn. Every time Mark Tremont was enraged, it had to do with Arianne Wynn.Arianne had just taken off her clothes back in her room of the Tremont Estate when the door was rammed open, making a hard bang.Turning around in surprise, she met eyes with Mark Tremont’s raging gaze. She pulled over the jacket to cover her front, as she was currently wearing nothing. Her voice trembled when she asked, “Why are you home…”The fury in Mark Tremont’s eyes burned brighter when he saw the garment that she was clutching was a man’s jacket. “Remove it!”Arianne knew what he was referring to but she had nothing on since she was going to shower. If she removed the jacket, then…While she was caught in a quandary, Mark Tremont was already in front of her, pinching her chin.“Are you going to do it yourself or do I have to?”Arianne Wynn wished for none of these options, silently keeping a death g
Mark Tremont got up and left in disgust. “You’re not qualified to negotiate with me!”The room door was slammed closed, the loud bang sent shivers through Arianne. For the first time in ten years, she felt like her world had collapsed.Mark Tremont’s enraged words echoed in her ears, truly frightening her. Arianne tried her best to call Tiffany but for the entire afternoon, but the only reply she received was the busy-line tone.Arianne panicked. Could Mark Tremont have forced them away?She clenched her jaws and went to his room. This was her first time entering directly without knocking.The room was smoky. Mark Tremont was still seated on the chair in front of the French window but this time, he had his back facing her. The ashtray beside him was brimming with cigarette butts and ash. His back was laced with a sense of melancholy.“Please… don’t do anything to them. It’s my fault. I know that I’m wrong…” Arianne cried while she begged him. Will Sivan’s departure abroad the last time
Arianne gasped from the pain. Just as she was about to pick herself up, a pristine pair of high quality custom-made leather shoes appeared before her eyes. Mark Tremont’s apathetic voice came from above her head.“You have two minutes.”Arianne looked up into his deep orb eyes and carefully probed. “Can you… let them go now?”She did not catch the disappointment that flashed across the bottom of his eyes. What he wished to hear was not this.“You’re wasting my time if that’s all you had to say after chasing after my car so recklessly.”Mark Tremont went back to the car without a pause after speaking. His forceful slam of the car door frightened Brian.“Cancel my return ticket for next week. I’ll take over the overseas branch myself.”Brian Pearce was hesitant. “Sir… You won’t be able to come back for at least three years then… Are you sure you want to cancel it?”“Do what I say!” Mark Tremont’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he closed his eyes and rested against the seat.Ariann
Finally digesting this information, Arianne Wynn was actually more nervous now than when she was on the call. She darted downstairs.“Mama Mary, please give the house a good cleaning…”Mary was surprised since Arianne was usually not bothered with such matters.“What’s up, Ari?”Arianne could not pinpoint if she was feeling happy or scared. “He’s… coming back.”Mary was bewildered for a moment, before realizing who Arianne was referring to. Grinning with her eyes. “Really? Sir is coming back? That’s great. You guys haven’t seen each other since being married three years ago. It’s good news that he’s coming back. I’ll have the house cleaned thoroughly. Don’t you worry.”Returning to her room, Arianne tidied up the messy sketches scattered all around. She was working in a fashion design company having just passed her probation. She was usually busy and her room was a reflection of that. Mary dared not mindlessly clean her room as she had no idea how to organize her sketches. Now that Mar
The short finishing touch of his reply successfully stopped her in her tracks. She would never doubt Mark Tremont’s ability to suspend the company she was working at from operating if he wished to…However, Arianne did not say anything, choosing to go back upstairs to her room. Lying on her bed, her mind was blank.On the dining table, Mark Tremont put down his mobile phone emotionlessly and ate his meal in full concentration, feigning ignorant to the text messages that were stacking up, no longer giving them another glance.“Mary, move her to my room.”Mary was struck with a realization. “This should be the case… You weren’t here for three years, yes? Ari’s has stayed in her original room. Now that you’re back, she should move. I’m on it.”Mark Tremont corrected her. “Your form of address should change now.”“Oh, right, right. I’ve gotten used to it. I have to call her madam from now on,” Mary replied with a smile.When Mary went to Arianne’s room to move her things in glee, the latte