She took off her jacket and washed her hands before going back to the bedroom. She even sniffed herself to check if there was any leftover stench on her, afraid that he would hate her for it.
Her carefulness had been established since she was eight years old.
The faint smell of tobacco greeted her when she opened the door. “What is it?” she asked with a frown.
Mark was standing in front of the French windows, looking out at the snow. His light grey tailored suit set off his tall, straight figure very well. Even his back seemed attractive. “My company will be organizing a fashion show at six tonight. Your designs will be there. You can go if you like.”
Her designs? The only decent work she’s done were the wedding dress designs that he had criticized, right? Finished products were certainly released very quickly. “I’m going,” Arianne replied gleefully.
He didn’t have much to say. He lifted his hand, put it to his lips and coughed twice. “Are you still sick?” she asked after a pause. “Remember to take your medicine.”
Mark turned around and looked at her, his eyes holding a hint of mockery. “Don’t think that you can act that way just because I’ve slept with you. It was only once. No one can be certain if you’re actually pregnant.”
Arianne’s gaze flashed with hurt. However, she replied, “Even if I am pregnant, no one knows that you want the baby. You and I have both been consuming a lot of flu pills lately. That could easily deform the baby.”
The mockery in his eyes deepened. “Looks like for the sake of pregnancy, you’ve done your homework.”
She didn’t explain, nor did she want to. She looked at the time and said, “I’m going to get ready. I shouldn’t be late.”
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