Upon receiving the text, Mark deleted it after reading it. Something improper like that did not have a place in his phone…
He rolled up his sleeves to help Arianne with the dinnerware. When Arianne saw that he was actually getting to work, she quickly stopped him. “No need to help me. It’s just washing the dishes. You don’t know how to anyway…”
Mark spoke seriously, “I can learn. I’m not that dumb. Just leave them to me.”
Giving him the benefit of doubt, Arianne allowed him into the kitchen alone, checking in on him occasionally out of worry to make sure that he could really do a good job.
The floral fragrance from the shelf spread into the house from the air conditioning. Looking at the overflowing roses at home, Arianne felt speechless. Mark had not listened to her; she had asked him not to send her flowers anymore, but he still sent her a bouquet every day. If this went on, she would run out of space at home to keep them, and the shop did not need that many flowers too.
Mark’s phone rang suddenly. He had put his phone in his dress pants’ pocket; it was inconvenient to fish it out with his hands wet and occupied. He could only ask for Arianne’s help. “Help me with the call.”
Arianne did not reject him since he was helping with the dishes. Entering the kitchen, she was hesitant when she saw where he had kept his phone. She would have to stick her hand into his pants pocket. That did not seem very… appropriate.
When Mark saw that she was frozen, he urged, “Quick.”
Snapping herself out of it, Arianne wiped the unhealthy thought in her mind away and retrieved the device from his pants pocket. The caller ID was one word – home.
It was from the Tremont Estate.
Pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker, Henry’s voice rang, “Sir, your order is completed.”
Mark hummed and the line went quiet, leaving the sound of water running as Mark washed the dishes to fill the silence. Perhaps it was out of curiosity, for Henry asked, “Sir, what are you doing?”
“Doing the dishes,” Mark answered naturally.
Henry went quiet again before he caught up. “Okay… I’m hanging up now.”
With the line cut, Arianne joked. “Everyone in the Tremont Estate knows that you wash dishes now.”
“Don’t… I told you not to send me flowers, didn’t I? I just think that it’s a waste to throw them away. I wasn’t thinking about anything else. You came with Tiffie and Jackson. I couldn’t have stopped you from coming in, now could I? Don’t think too much about it and let me go now! The water in the sink will be overflowing soon!”
Mark stretched his arm out to turn the tap off and switched to circling her with both of his arms. With a slight tug, she was against him without any gap between them. He was slightly disgruntled. “So, are you saying you only let me in because of Tiffany? How sad. But you didn’t chase me away after she left too.”
Arianne was close to crumbling. What was up with this guy! Since when did he speak with a hint of bad boy in him? She had never come across a man like this, let alone Mark himself when he was acting like this. Recalling what he did to her in the car back when they went to the water park and realizing that they were in her house right now, Arianne panicked. “Mark! Let me go now! It’s too warm in the kitchen. I’ll clean up the rest. Go back to the hotel earlier and rest!”
“I can’t sleep without you.”
The hint of sadness in Mark’s voice was apparent to Arianne. She was stunned, not knowing how to react.
Seeing that she was no longer refusing him, Mark lowered his head to kiss her. Her soft lips felt like the most lethal poison he was addicted to. Once he kissed them, he did not want to ever let go. He only wanted to kiss her deeper to explore the pleasure.
When Mark’s tongue had easily pried her mouth open, Arianne broke out of her daze. “Mm… Let me go… Mm!”
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