Arianne offered Mark the millet porridge. “Here, have some porridge. It's good for the stomach.”
Mark didn’t look at her. “Get out.”
She didn’t budge an inch. “Uncle Henry is packing as we speak. Is there really no room to talk this out?”
Mark massaged the place between his eyes, and his voice filled with impatience, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Arianne silenced herself but didn’t leave.
Mark directly ignored her and got up to change his clothes. It was then that Arianne felt pressed. “Mark, the case revolving around Tiffie’s family has been solved. The person who took away the jewelry’s raw materials is dead, and there’s no way the materials can be recovered again. Tiffie was upset by the turn of events. I only went out to comfort her! It was me who insisted on going. This has nothing to do with Uncle Henry! You can direct your anger at me.”
Mark put on his suit and his watch, then conveniently glanced at the time. “I’ll give you two minutes. If you fail to convince me, then the result will not change and you can save your breath.”
Arianne was burning with anxiety when she blurted, “I’m no longer the little girl that you took in, I’m your wife! This is the fact, no matter what caused our relationship to get to this point. We need to change the way we deal with things.”
Mark cast a cold glance at her. “First of all, you need to act your part as a wife. It’s not good to be out and about late at night.”
Arianne’s shoulders drooped as she visibly deflated like a balloon. “It’s my fault…”
“You just mentioned that you want to change the way we deal with things. Don’t try to solve a problem by admitting mistakes like you did when you were a child,” Mark reminded.
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