Mark had requested for these to be prepared since yesterday. Coincidentally, Helen and Aery had paid them a visit today too. She wasn’t sure if he had prepared it specifically for Aery, but the ingredients ended up arriving late and Aery couldn’t wait until dinnertime, so she became the plug.
Such high-grade prawns were hard to come by during this season. Mark had certainly gone through a lot of trouble to have them specifically air flown here.
She had just stuffed a prawn into her mouth, with half of it hanging out of her mouth, when Mark arrived at the dining hall. When she saw the ugly look on his face, she thought that he was upset at her for starting the meal impolitely. Just as she was hesitating over whether or not to spit the prawn out, Mark pushed the entire plate of prawns in front of her and said, “No table manners.”
Arianne suddenly remembered that he never ate prawns. Looks like she really would be the plug.
Even though his tone wasn’t ideal, she couldn’t be bothered with courtesy now that he had spoken up. She lifted her arms, and a mountain of prawn shells appeared in front of her before too long.
Mark watched as she pretty much cleaned out the plate of prawns, which were about the size of her palm. However, she had no intentions of stopping. He was surprised, as she wasn’t a very heavy eater… She usually ate as much as a cat. Had he been… too harsh on her?
He frowned and pushed the plate of salmon sashimi in front of her. She glanced at it and pushed the salmon sashimi back to the center of the table. “I can’t eat raw food right now…”
“Why?” Mark narrowed his eyes.
Arianne stiffened, believing that she misspoke. She quickly explained, “My stomach isn’t feeling too well… You go ahead…”
He sat up straight and eyed her continuously smacking little lips. He was mildly curious, wondering how long she could continue doing that for…
Half an hour later, Arianne had finished the entire plate of prawns. She inhaled a small bowl of rice and a lot of vegetables. It was not often that she was nausea-free, so she had a pretty good appetite.
Arianne did not feel like moving at the moment and didn’t feel bloated either. She even felt like drinking lemonade. “I’m fine. I’m not bloated. Uncle Henry, could you please tell Mary to bring me some lemonade?”
The corners of Henry’s lips twitched. “Can you still drink?”
She nodded seriously. “Yes, I can.”
Mark did not go out that night. He returned to the bedroom from the study at around ten and sat in his usual spot in front of the French windows. He poured half a glass of wine for himself and pulled out his cigarette box.
Arianne, seeing that he was about to smoke, got off the bed and went to rest in the guest bedroom. She didn’t want to disturb his usual habits, so the best option was to solve the problem on her own. Unexpectedly, he stopped her just before she could reach the door. “Where are you going?”
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