Arianne had never doubted Mary’s intention so she obediently carried her book upstairs. “Sure. It’s dark here, be careful when you guys remove the lights.”
Mary grinned in delight. Mark hardly came back early. She would not allow Arianne to waste this opportunity.
When Mark returned to the room, he sat in front of the French window, flipping through a book. The books that he read were different from Arianne’s. They were all in a foreign language. Arianne was not good in foreign languages, and she would have a headache when she thought about deciphering them.
Since it was only nine pm, she lay down on the bed and continued reading. Before she even finished reading a sentence, Mark reprimanded her, “Who’s taught you to read lying down? Are you planning on ruining your eyes? Sit up and read it if you want, otherwise, go to sleep.”
His tone was like that of a parent educating his child. She had long gotten used to it. Putting her book aside, she listened to him and tried to sleep.
The room’s light was switched off soon after. The rustling sounds of clothes being taken off rang in the air before Mark finally joined her in bed.
Arianne knew that he was not wearing anything so she shifted a little to the side. She was startled when Mark moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her. “Do I have thorns on me?”
Arianne did not dare to simply move. “No… I’m a little warm…”
Mark took the remote and adjusted the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, sixteen degrees Celsius. “Sleep.”
Arianne was speechless. She did not really feel warm. Twenty-three degrees Celsius was just perfect. There was only a thin blanket on the bed and she wrapped it around herself tightly. Even then she was still freezing. “It’s a little cold…”
Mark tossed her the remote impatiently. “Adjust it on your own.”
Arianne quietly increased the temperature to twenty-three degrees Celsius. She discovered Mark was looking at her. She stuttered in panic, “I’m not trying to be difficult. It’s warm earlier and cold now…”
Mark moved his arm away from her waist and slept with his face facing the ceiling instead. The blanket had only covered his stomach. When Arianne’s eyes got used to the dark, she could see his bare upper body, and she fell into a daze. Once she thought about how he was going to sleep in this manner the entire summer, she felt as though her soul was going to leave her body. It was a torture for her not to be able to move freely when she slept!
“Let’s go for a follow-up check tomorrow in the hospital,” Mark suddenly said.
“No need. I think it’s fine. I feel pretty good now.” Arianne did not want to go to the hospital again. She would be reminded of the pain caused by her miscarriage once she was there.
“It’s necessary,” Mark insisted.
“I don’t want to.” Arianne could give in on other matters but not this. After being discharged from the hospital for the miscarriage, she vowed to take medication for minor illnesses and wait for her death if she contracted a major sickness rather than going to the hospital again. It had become a trauma to her.
Mark did not like bickering so he asked without beating around the bush, “Why not?”
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