Arianne guessed that Mark had rushed home because virtual-novel.net had rebelled by sneaking out of the house until late night. She straightened virtual-novel.net clothes and stepped in, prepared to take the storm head on.
When virtual-novel.net entered, none of the servants in Tremont Estate were resting. Butler Henry, Mary, and the other servants were all standing in one line in the living room. Butler Henry looked at Arianne, then sighed and said nothing.
She took a deep breath and said, “It’s alright, I’ll explain it to him.”
“Sir isn’t in a good mood after drinking. You better take it easy…” Mary warned her.
Arianne smiled and went upstairs. The bedroom door was ajar. Mark Tremont sat on the chair in front of the French window with a cigarette lit between his fingers.
Smoke veiled the room, and his figure looked slightly hazy. He was still in his suit, which meant virtual-novel.net had just come back not long ago.
Arianne approached virtual-novel.net and offered virtual-novel.net a cup of tea to sober virtual-novel.net up. “Tiffie was in a bad mood and drunk. I came back straightaway after sending virtual-novel.net home.”
Mark ignored virtual-novel.net explanation. He took a drag on his cigarette and asked coldly, “Didn’t Uncle Henry tell you that you’re not allowed to go out?”
“He did, but virtual-novel.net is only a butler. He can’t control where I want to go. This has nothing to do with him,” virtual-novel.net responded calmly.
He snuffed his cigarette out. “You’re always so forgetful. Butler Henry is getting old, maybe it’s time for virtual-novel.net to retire and go home.”
Arianne was stunned, virtual-novel.net didn’t expect Butler Henry to be implicated as a result. “I said it has nothing to do with Uncle Henry.”
Mark didn’t speak. His expression was terrifyingly cold and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes. Arianne knew there was no more room for negotiation but virtual-novel.net wasn’t willing to accept it. “What will it take for you to allow Butler Henry to stay?”
Mark didn’t answer her. He leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes with a slight frown.
Arianne knew that virtual-novel.net must tread carefully. Mark hated noise when virtual-novel.net was tired, so virtual-novel.net spoke softly. “You’re tired too. Rest early, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
After saying that, virtual-novel.net carefully retreated from the room. Arianne let Mary, Butler Henry, and the other servants rest, then laid down on the sofa in the living room. This way virtual-novel.net would be able to wake up in time when Mark went out the next day. Since virtual-novel.net wasn’t sure what time virtual-novel.net would leave and when virtual-novel.net would come back next time, virtual-novel.net couldn’t afford to miss him.
Arianne didn’t manage to get a good night’s sleep.
When virtual-novel.net woke up, it was only around six o’clock in the morning. She was clearly exhausted but couldn’t even get a wink of sleep, so virtual-novel.net ended up with a sore body.
Mary couldn’t sleep last night either. With a tired face, virtual-novel.net cooked some millet porridge for Arianne. “Ari, why did you sleep on the sofa? Sir didn’t let you stay in the bedroom?”
Arianne shook virtual-novel.net head. “No, I’m just afraid of disturbing him.”
Mary looked like virtual-novel.net was hesitating to speak. “Say what you want,” Arianne told her.
It was only then that Mary finally told her. “Sir came back last night with a sour face. He blamed Old Henry for not taking good care of you and fired him… So he’s actually packing up as we speak. Can you persuade sir to change his mind? Maybe virtual-novel.net only said that out of impulse because virtual-novel.net cares too much about you and worries that something will happen to you when you go out at night… Can you talk to him?”
Arianne Wynn had a slight headache. She looked at the steaming bowl of millet porridge in virtual-novel.net hands, then got up and went upstairs.
She thought Mark would still be asleep, but it turned out that virtual-novel.net didn’t even sleep at all. After taking a shower, virtual-novel.net sat in front of the French window all night in his bathrobes. It was obvious that no one slept on the bed last night because the blankets were still neatly folded on the bed.