Jean was still burning with rage. “Fine. Divorce, it is!”
…
A week after Tiffany’s incident, Mark finally came back to the Tremont Estate. He had returned on a weekend morning. Arianne had just woken up and was having breakfast in the dining hall. She hadn’t seen him for only a week, but he seemed to be a lot more haggard. Although he was still in his suit and kempt hair, the stubble on his chin added some sense of jadedness to him compared to before, brewing a different taste of maturity.
Arianne had never asked about his work, having long gotten used to turning a blind eye. She had not planned to ask him now, but Mary gave her a nudge from behind, almost causing her to choke. She understood what the woman meant. Mark was already at the staircase when she collected herself and asked, “Is the company doing alright? Why are you only back now after so long?”
Mark looked sideways slightly without halting his steps. “You won’t understand even if I tell you. I’m going to the office again later. Go shop around after breakfast, use the card I’ve given you. Don’t stay cooped up at home, or you’ll get sick from it.”
Mary urged softly, “Finish up your meal quickly and head upstairs to check on sir. You should be more concerned about him as his wife. He’s already so exhausted, yet he’s leaving again later. By then, you won’t get the chance anymore.”
Arianne finished up breakfast helplessly and went up the stairs, dragging her feet. Mark was showering. She waited for him in boredom for a moment before he came out with the tip of his hair still dripping with water. As if he had no time to talk to her, Mark took out a small suitcase and began packing.
“You’re going on a business trip?” asked Arianne.
Without looking up, he answered, “Mm. I’m quite busy recently. Inform Henry or Mary if you have anything up. Don’t do what you shouldn’t be doing.”
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