A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 62

Mary shuffled forward, took out his shoes and put them down neatly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that Mrs. Tremont eats once she wakes up.”

Mark did not deign to reply, pursing his lips instead. As his car drove away from the Tremont Estate, Arianne woke up sheepishly. She pulled out her phone and checked the time. “Mary… Why didn’t you wake me?” she grumbled.

“Mr. Tremont told me not to,” Mary replied, stepping forward with a smile. “He wanted you to rest more. You’ve been exhausting yourself over the past few days. I’ve warmed up your meal and brought it over. You must eat before going back to sleep, no matter how tired you are. By the way, Mr. Tremont just left.”

“Mm,” Arianne replied, still in a blur. She got up and sat at the dining table before noticing that Mark had left his phone behind. She had not intended on concerning herself with it, but it rang. Furthermore, the screen indicated that Aery Kinsey was on the other end…

Mary looked at her and said, “Answer it for him, Mrs. Tremont.”

“Forget it,” Arianne said, shaking her head, “He’ll soon realize that he’s left his phone at home and will come back to get it.”

Mary sighed, as if she thought Arianne lacked determination. Suddenly, she picked it up and answered the call, “Hello? May I ask who this is?”

“Who are you?” Aery replied rudely from the other end. “Why do you have my darling Mark’s phone?”

Arianne motioned for Mary to hang up the phone—she ignored her. “I’m the housekeeper of the Tremont Estate. Mr. Tremont is in the shower with Mrs. Tremont. You may speak to him when he comes out.”

Arianne widened her eyes. The context in this message was a little overwhelming; she momentarily lost the ability to process it all. Aery was in a similar predicament. “What did you say? They… They’re… in the shower, together? How is that possible? Mark clearly told me that he was on his way!”

“Fine, don’t believe me,” Mary replied irritably. Then, she ended the call.

Arianne felt guilty. “Mary… I understand that you’re outraged on my behalf, but… Mark will be angry if he finds out about this…”

She quickly answered, afraid that something had happened to Tiffany again. “Hello?”

“Arianne, I need your help,” Ethan replied in an even tone. “Do you have time for a chat?”

It didn’t seem like it was anything serious. She checked the clock and said, “Whatever it is, it’s late. We can talk tomorrow. I was actually asleep.”

Ethan hesitated, then said, “I want to ask Tiffie to marry me, and I need your help. The case against her family hasn’t been resolved and she’s been frowning every day. I don’t want to see her like this, so I thought I’d propose to her earlier than I’d planned. Just in case she starts making wild assumptions. I’m kind of worried… and I don’t have time tomorrow, as I’ve promised to go out with her.”

Arianne no longer objected when she heard that it was about Tiffany. “Where are you? I can’t get a cab here. I might be late…”