How could Mark possibly bring himself to believe her words? Mark only wanted to fill up the void of insecurity that was quickly enveloping him.
After a long while, the storm finally stopped.
Arianne put on her nightgown and tidied up her closet. She easily found the beige coat that she had spent a long time trying to find just before. It was hard for an agitated person to stay focused; something that was obviously so close to her had suddenly seemed to disappear from her sights.
She held up her coat and threw it at Mark. “I told you that I was just trying to find my coat. There you go, do you see it?”
Mark laid sideways in bed and lazily glanced at the coat. “Did you have to take so long just to find a coat? Did you have to rummage around so much? It was just in plain sight; who’re you trying to bluff? I admit that I was in a bad mood yesterday, as too much has happened recently and it’s really hard for me to keep a straight face as though nothing has happened. I’m sorry.”
Arianne sighed. “Come on, get up and let me clear up all of this away. I’ll accompany you in your search, so stop lying in bed already. You’ve already filed a police report and your men are already tirelessly searching for her. Aunt Shelly truly knows how to hide herself. Didn’t you say she’s unfamiliar with the local area? The capital has gone through so many changes over the past years, and I’m sure she would find it strange to maneuver around, despite growing up in the capital for so many years. Where could she have gone to? She hasn’t got any money with her, nor does she have any identification with her. The weather is so cold now that it’s hard not for others to be worried about her.”
Mark stared at her for a few seconds. “Are you really willing to accompany me and look for her?”
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