She grumbled, “Who’s going to be your partner for the day? Can you tell me? Since she’s going to be your partner, you will definitely have to have some form of body contact, holding onto your arm, to say the least… So I should have the right to ask, right?”
Mark helplessly said, “Isn’t it manners to hold onto our arms? Relax, I will do my best to avoid any form of body contact. I’m not sure who my partner is since I’ve left it to Jackson to arrange. My guess is that she’s probably a university student hoping to earn some cash as part-time, so it should be a simple case of trading. There’s really nothing for me to tell you because I don’t know her. Jackson has always been the one who is most familiar with women.”
Arianne snorted without saying anything else.
Mark had dropped her off at their house door before driving off. The time was a little past three, and she was thinking if she should give Tiffany a call when Mary suddenly showed up to welcome her. “Madam, your mother is here. She’s been sitting inside for quite a while now.”
Arianne held onto Smore in her arms as she entered, her footsteps slightly hastened. She asked naturally when she saw Helen, “Are you feeling better now?”
Helen was sitting on the sofa and elegantly sipping on a cup of coffee as she replied, “Yes, I’m feeling better now. Can I hold Smore? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen him. He’s grown up quite a bit and much cuter now.”
Arianne passed Smore into Helen’s arms. “Mary, pour me a glass of water please, just plain water will do.”
She was almost dying of thirst from the trip to her old home.
Mary quickly brought her a glass of water, and she finished the entire glass in a heartbeat and habitually wiped her lips. Helen had been surprised at her behavior.
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