Mark was unexpectedly calm, but Jackson was flustered instead. He pulled Tiffany away. “You better shut up, little girl. This doesn’t concern you. Let’s go!”
No matter how much Tiffany struggled, Jackson still dragged her away by force. The price he had to pay for doing this was getting bitten on his wrist so hard that blood was drawn.
He was both angry and amused at the same time. “What are you? A dog?”
Tiffany glared at him. “I’m not a dog, but I don’t mind being one whenever I see you. You are a bastard like Mark Tremont!”
Jackson felt wronged but couldn’t defend himself anyway. “Alright, alright. You can think however you want as long it makes you happy.”
Arianne showed neither dissatisfaction nor anger toward Mark and grabbed his arm on her own accord. “I want to go home now. Should we leave together? Or maybe I can go first while you stay here with Aery?”
Mark looked into her eyes. For the first time, he was unable to read her emotions. “Let’s go.”
Arianne put some distance between them as soon as they got back into the car. The expression on her face was just as cold as his. Brian Pearce peeked at the two icebergs sitting in the backseat from the rearview mirror and trembled fearfully. “Sir… Madam… Are we going back?”
Arianne didn’t speak and Mark merely hummed in response.
No one spoke in the car. When they were back at Tremont Estate, Arianne took a shower and changed into a pair of comfortable slippers and loungewear before diving into her studio. She locked the door behind her and finally allowed her tears to fall freely.
She once thought that hatred could fade with time, but now she knew that it would only grow stronger with time. Mark Tremont had never let go of his hatred for her, and her hatred toward him was bubbling up uncontrollably. It was never something she could put a lid over by being careful around him. She shouldn’t have indulged in her delusions in the first place!
She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Mary going back to her work in the kitchen. The soup had a strong smell she didn’t fancy, but she didn’t want to upset Mary and could only try her best to escape from it.
On the other end of the call was Tiffany’s sobbing voice. “Ari… can you come out and accompany me? I feel extremely upset right now…”
Tiffany had always swept the unpleasant things under the rug. For her to be calling Arianne over a bad mood meant something big must have happened. She couldn’t help but worry. “What’s wrong, Tiffie?”
Tiffany was silent for a while but didn’t tell her the reason in the end. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Can you not ask me? It’s okay if you can’t come out…”
“Where are you? I’m coming over now,” Arianne immediately replied.
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