By the time they finally returned to Tremont Estate, Arianne was pretty much half hanging onto Mark Tremont. Upon seeing this, Mary quickly prepared a hot towel and followed them upstairs. She couldn’t bother about so much when her heart ached. “How did this happen? Madam can’t hold her liquor…”
Mark Tremont didn’t speak. Mary handed him the hot towel. “Sir, I’ll leave madam to you. I’ll go down now.”
He nodded and carefully wiped Arienne’s face. She cooperatively lifted her head so that he could wipe it. “Wipe it clean… He doesn’t like dirty things… Hurry up!”
Mark Tremont’s hands paused then his lips involuntarily curled into a smile.
The moment only lasted for two seconds before Arienne quickly pushed him away. “That won’t do… I have to remove my makeup…” Fortunately, she still remembered that she had makeup on her.
The drunk Arienne wouldn’t let him help, so he could only follow behind her and watch over her until she was done. The moment her legs gave way beneath her, Mark Tremont was able to quickly catch her. He didn’t even realize the gentleness in his own voice. “Be a good girl, it’s time for bed…”
She refused to listen to him as she struggled in his arms. “I haven’t taken a bath yet… I wanna take a bath… You don’t even know… that Mark guy is a clean freak… He’s gonna hate me… if I sleep on his bed... without taking a bath…”
Without waiting for her to finish, Mark Tremont suddenly lifted her up and carried her bridal style to the big bed in the room. “I won’t.”
She continued struggling while insisting, “I wanna take a bath!”
For once, Mark had the patience to turn around and carry her into the bathroom.
Arianne didn’t even know what she was doing as she started to undress directly in front of him.
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