บททั้งหมดของ A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: บทที่ 571 - บทที่ 580

Mark did not insist and waved his hand towards the camera, “Good night.”Arianne clutched her chest as the call ended. She could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest. She had initially thought that she wasn’t boy-crazy in any way and would not be bowled over by his magnetic voice or that face that she had been staring at for more than ten years. Had she gone mad?In Mark's opinion, every time they spoke, they had grown a step closer to one another. It assured him too. Just as he was about to go to bed, his phone rang again — it was a call from Charles Moran.This man who had a good relationship with his father would never contact him for no good reason. The first time they met up after his return to the country was for Charles ask him if he was aware of his father’s b*stard… He frowned and picked up the call, “Hello? Uncle Moran.”Charles answered him, “Mark, I’ve heard that things between you and Arianne are a little delicate now. I was momentarily distracted and lost s

Never, throughout Charles Moran’s long and storied life, had he ever slapped his daughter across the face.The sharp crack of a wallop faded, revealing a stupefied Nina with her hand swinging to a gradually reddening, puffing cheek. Her eyes, trained on her father, were strewn with earnest bemusement.“Why… Why did you hit me?! Was I wrong?” she demanded. “There’s only our people in this room, so why are you acting like I shouldn’t have said that?”Charles gulped down the pill his bodyguard had passed to him. When his nerves finally settled a little, he answered, “This — this is the same man who killed his half-brother without batting an eyelash. Who are you to think that he would go easy on you? If he likes you, you’ll become the ruler of his heart. Otherwise, no amount of ingratiation will save you from his wrath!“You are my only daughter, Nina. Do you think I can stomach watching you go down a path of self-destruction? Arianne Wynn may look like some unimpressive, nondescript l

Jackson’s father? Arianne had never heard of him and felt curious, “Of course, I’m going. His dad? I’ve never heard of him…”Mark did not explain too much, “His family situation is complicated, very complicated. When you come back to the capital, stay at the Tremont Estate. You can see Henry and Mary too.”He didn’t give Arianne any chance to refuse. He knew that she wasn’t a fickle person, and probably missed Mary and Henry. Hence, he used them as an excuse for her to go back to the Tremont Estate. She shouldn’t have any reason to refuse if it was only temporary… right?“We’ll talk about it when the time comes. I’m tired. Good night,” Arianne closed her eyes after that. She really was exhausted. After all, she had been working throughout the day.Mark did not say anything more. His vision was clear despite the darkness, as though he wasn’t sleepy at all. His woman was lying right next to him, but he couldn’t touch her. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. A small flame flicker

After some thought, Tiffany began to think that it was impossible for her to have a secret engagement. After all, the Wests were an affluent family. Jackson’s parents were still alive as well. If Mark’s parents were around, they would never have had such a quiet marriage. The elites require dignity. She couldn’t be selfish, “Alright… I’m sorry. That never occurred to me. You can do whatever you like. I’ve got to go home after dinner, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I’m not like you, I can’t sleep whenever I want to. I’m so busy that my feet practically don’t touch the ground. Sigh…”Jackson felt a little resentful, “We mentioned moving in together… Looks like we’re not going to be discussing it at all? Am I some kind of stepping stone to you? It’s not like you can’t go to work if you live with me. I can even drive you to work in the morning…”Tiffany shot him a fierce glare, “This wouldn’t have been a problem if you would actually let me sleep at night, but you won’t. I

Just as she asked the question, the middle-aged woman who claimed to be her aunt began her bitter lament, “So, we arrive at the purpose of my visit. I came to you because I had no other choice. This is your grandmother, correct? Your father’s gone, so you have to provide support. I can’t be the only one taking care of her, right? You were still too young back then, so we couldn’t let you shoulder that burden. Now, you’re married and to the Tremonts to boot! Shouldn’t your grandmother have a share in your luxury? “Your grandmother was at odds with your father because she was mad at him for failing to meet her expectations. He insisted on marrying Helen Cameran. Her quarrel is not with you. I’ve been caring for her for many years, and your grandmother has recently been involved in a small accident. At her age, she shouldn’t be suffering so much. She hasn’t been able to walk for more than a month; her legs won’t let her. My son is at university and will be graduating soon. He even has a