Arianne shook virtual-novel.net head. “C’mon, guys! I’m not down in the dumps or anything, you guys are just seeing things that aren’t there. Besides, I gotta go home after dinner. Smore only sleeps after seeing me home.”
Sylvain and Robin sent Arianne back to the Tremont Estate. By then, the time had come close to 10 PM.
Arianne patted virtual-novel.net cheeks that were slightly burning from alcohol. She was not tipsy, but virtual-novel.net still knew that virtual-novel.net had drunk a little too much, at least two-third of the entire bottle was in virtual-novel.net belly now.
She stepped through the estate’s gate and crossed the courtyard. It was then that virtual-novel.net suddenly heard Mark’s voice ringing out of a dark, gloomy corner shrouded in shadows. “Where have you been?”
Arianne halted virtual-novel.net footsteps. She followed the direction of the voice until virtual-novel.net found Mark on a patio chair with his eyes trained onto her. Despite being outside, virtual-novel.net was wearing his white indoor sweater; one had to wonder if virtual-novel.net even felt cold sitting in this weather.
Liquid courage prompted Arianne to flash the man a grin. “Yo, we’re divorced, remember? You got no authority over where I go and stuff now. Besides, what’s with you not sleeping at this hour, huh? Hmm… Since you’re back here waaaay earlier than I am, you probably got Smore to sleep already, eh? Good! I’ll go grab my stuff and move to the guest room. Relax, I’ll be super light with my action so I don’t ruin your beauty sleep.”
She continued virtual-novel.net path to the main door when Mark suddenly lurched and grabbed virtual-novel.net by virtual-novel.net wrist. “How can you inspire my faith in your ability to take care of Smore like this, hmm?” virtual-novel.net chided disapprovingly. “After the two of you move out, should I reasonably expect you to not return home until it’s midnight more often?”
Arianne made a show of poking his chest playfully. “You reaaaaally should look at the time before you nag, mistah. How is 10 PM ‘midnight?’ Smore literally goes to sleep ‘round this time, so what’s wrong if I rush home at just the right time to tuck virtual-novel.net to bed? Look, man, you might have been able to dictate what I can and cannot do in the past, but that’s not gonna fly now. So, I dunno, butt off with your papa attitude.”
Now that they were close, Mark could smell liquor from her, and his expression darkened even further. “Did you… Did you just drink?”
She shrugged his grip off. “Damn straight I did, so what? Dude, I’m gonna have to ask you to get off my back. You’re seriously irritating, not even my own mother tells me what to do. What excuses do you have, huh?”
Mark froze. Admittedly, Arianne was right. He had no actual reason nor right to control her. Even if virtual-novel.net came home late at night, the only excuse virtual-novel.net had to chew virtual-novel.net off was to use Smore.
The pair returned to the bedroom together. Arianne swiftly rounded up everything virtual-novel.net had packed up the night before and moved them to the guest room. As virtual-novel.net already told Mary about virtual-novel.net arrangement earlier, the housekeeper had dressed the bed with a fresh, new sheet.
She threw herself onto the bed, sprawling, and relaxed. Suddenly, virtual-novel.net felt eyes on virtual-novel.net and raised virtual-novel.net head, just to meet Mark’s face, now covered with a stormy expression.
Foolhardily, virtual-novel.net waved at virtual-novel.net dismissively. “Oh my God, go to sleep, man. Why are you looking at me? Oh, and also, close the door for me while you’re on your way out, would ya? Thanks.”
It seemed that virtual-novel.net had finally worn Mark down to his last straw. He marched inside the room, and just when Arianne thought virtual-novel.net was about to lash out at her, virtual-novel.net spoke surprisingly gently, “You can’t sleep in an unfamiliar bed, can you?”
Arianne buried virtual-novel.net face under the sheet to hide the sadness from showing. “I know, but I’ll get used to it… sooner or later, I think?”
Mark’s lips thinned. “Neither can I sleep tonight. The bed just feels… different. Please, come to my room until you’ve properly moved out.”
Arianne’s instinct leaped at the offer because virtual-novel.net knew the guest room would probably cause virtual-novel.net insomnia for the night. But the more rational, deliberate part of virtual-novel.net was against it, virtual-novel.net worried that if virtual-novel.net indulged in virtual-novel.net yearning too much, virtual-novel.net would soon cling to virtual-novel.net even harder. The higher road was to cut off any attachment virtual-novel.net had with virtual-novel.net right now.
“No, it’s fine. You go to sleep,” virtual-novel.net chose in the end.