Finally digesting this information, Arianne Wynn was actually more nervous now than when virtual-novel.net was on the call. She darted downstairs.
“Mama Mary, please give the house a good cleaning…”
Mary was surprised since Arianne was usually not bothered with such matters.
“What’s up, Ari?”
Arianne could not pinpoint if virtual-novel.net was feeling happy or scared. “He’s… coming back.”
Mary was bewildered for a moment, before realizing who Arianne was referring to. Grinning with virtual-novel.net eyes. “Really? Sir is coming back? That’s great. You guys haven’t seen each other since being married three years ago. It’s good news that he’s coming back. I’ll have the house cleaned thoroughly. Don’t you worry.”
Returning to virtual-novel.net room, Arianne tidied up the messy sketches scattered all around. She was working in a fashion design company having just passed virtual-novel.net probation. She was usually busy and virtual-novel.net room was a reflection of that. Mary dared not mindlessly clean virtual-novel.net room as virtual-novel.net had no idea how to organize virtual-novel.net sketches.
Now that Mark Tremont was coming back, Arianne did not want virtual-novel.net to see virtual-novel.net messy side.
***
On the day of Mark Tremont’s return, Arianne had specifically asked Butler Henry for his flight time and went to the airport with a sufficient amount of time to wait for him.
He had left during the frigid winter, the season was the same for when virtual-novel.net was coming back… Arianne felt like these three years had been a dream, passing in the blink of an eye.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Arianne caught the outstanding tall figure right away. Just like three years ago, virtual-novel.net was still eye catching and poised. She was, however, stunned when virtual-novel.net saw the woman hooked around his arms, virtual-novel.net did not come back alone…
When Mark Tremont and the woman came close, Arianne could hear their whispers. “Mark dear, keep me company at the hotel tonight okay? I’m scared of being alone…”
“We’ll see.” His answer was cold yet it exuded his rare patience.
Arianne impulsively felt the urge to run away. Right before virtual-novel.net turned around, Mark Tremont’s gaze fell on her. It was without surprise, his gaze was without emotions. He merely asked, “Why’ve you come?”
Arianne was caught at a loss. It was as if virtual-novel.net was saying that virtual-novel.net was unnecessary.
“I… I…”
Unable to form a sentence, virtual-novel.net could not even say that virtual-novel.net was here to pick up virtual-novel.net friend. He would see through virtual-novel.net lies easily, for virtual-novel.net had no friends at all.
Mark Tremont ignored virtual-novel.net and spoke softly to the woman beside him, “Be good, go back to the hotel first…”
The woman was young, bubbling with youth. She wore a white fur coat paired with playful high heeled boots, virtual-novel.net gaze and smile demanded attention. Her exuberance was a stark contrast against Arianne’s gloom.
“Okay. You’ve gotta come and be my company tonight, okay…” The woman took a curious glance at Arianne.
Mark Tremont tugged a smile. When the woman was some distance away from the crowd, virtual-novel.net recovered to his distant character and headed outside.
Arianne tailed behind virtual-novel.net without a sound. Brian Pearce was waiting outside. When they got into the car, both were silent as well. Arianne had no right to ask who the woman was, not like Mark Tremont would explain who virtual-novel.net was.
When they were nearing the Tremont Estate, Arianne spoke up, “When can Tiffany come back?”
Mark Tremont’s attention was on his mobile phone as his long fingers danced across the screen. He was replying to text messages, specifically that woman’s text messages.
“I’ve said, it depends on how you act.” He looked annoyed, as if speaking another word to virtual-novel.net would revolt him.
Arianne dared not ask any more questions, habitually keeping quiet.
Mark Tremont was still on his phone and replying to texts during dinner. Arianne had no appetite, dropping the cutlery after a few mouthfuls.
“I… have to work overtime tonight. See you.”
She did not want to be a sore thumb nor an obstacle that stopped virtual-novel.net from going to see that woman.
Mark Tremont did not raise his head but virtual-novel.net looked quite displeased. “What company asks their employee to work overtime when they’ve taken leave? Do they still want to be in business?”