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 flickered in his heart, hotter than the 40°C summer weather.
The next day, Arianne dashed into the bathroom once she woke up. She was still in a daze as she sat on the toilet bowl, reminiscing the shameful dream she had last night. She wiped her face, feeling slightly ashamed. This was the first time she had ever had that kind of a dream while she was in bed with Mark, after so many years. She began to suspect that he had done some things to her while she was asleep…
Mark remained asleep as she got ready for work. It was a little strange for someone who had always been strict with time; however, she suspected nothing. It was time to go to work.
She decided to clean up the kitchen before things got busy at the shop. A cleaner, spotless kitchen put her in a better mood at work. Naya came in to help and spotted something strange on her neck, “Your neck…”
Arianne was confused, “What’s wrong with my neck?”
Naya blushed, “It… Mark… Did your husband spend the night at your place last night? Looks like he’s left a hickey while you weren’t aware. You’d better cover it up. There are people here…”
Arianne’s mind went numb. Was that dream she had… not a dream at all?
She checked out her neck with her phone and managed to make out a red hickey. She had gone too easy on Mark… Would she have a reason to flip out on Mark if he really had touched her last night?
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