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Arianne didn’t reply. How could Mark Tremont possibly trust her? He’s never trusted her…Mary’s heart ached at the sight of her looking like this. However, she was powerless too.That night, at Arianne’s insistence, Mary went home to rest. There was no need to stay with her at the hospital; she’d simply caught a cold and could take care of herself. At most, she would have to stay in the hospital for one day under observation. She would be discharged the very next day.She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, probably because she had too much sleep in the day. She shut her eyes and lay on the hospital bed, a myriad of thoughts plaguing her mind.“What are you doing?!” someone outside the ward cried out all of a sudden.Arianne jumped in fright. She opened her eyes to catch a quick glimpse of a man’s face disappearing from the small window above the door. Who was spying on her in the dead of the night?!She was too frightened to stay any longer. She packed up her things and left the hospi

Arianne didn’t respond and simply tightened her grip on the towel around her. She shut her eyes, refusing to look at him. Perhaps she wouldn’t feel so afraid if she avoided looking at him…Mark’s gaze landed on the scar on her shoulder. She was left with this scar because of him… But now, he saw it as a mockery. “You disgust me!”Mark left and didn’t do anything else to her. This was different from his usual way of dealing with things.The bedroom door slammed shut. Arianne sat stiffly on the bedside like a soulless puppet.She stayed up the entire night, and no one called her to collect a dead-drunk Mark Tremont. He wouldn’t turn into a completely different person in his drunken state and paw at her neck like a cat, either...At eight in the morning, Mary knocked on the door. “Ari, are you up? Would you like something to eat? What happened… between you and Mr. Tremont?”Arianne huddled further under the covers. “I’m not eating. And it’s nothing.”Mary sighed and didn’t ask any

Unfortunately, Ethan couldn’t hear her and continued showering; most likely, the bathroom was sound proof.Soon, the bodyguard snatched the room card from Tiffany and unlocked the door. Arianne was now face to face with Mark—it was like looking at a field of snow. The look in his eyes made her feel very guilty, even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. She timidly backed away...Tiffany struggled out of the bodyguard’s restraints, rushed forward, and shielded Arianne. “Mark Tremont, if you have something to say, be civilized about it. I’m just as anxious as you are! However, can we wait for Ethan to come out of the bathroom before straightening this out? I’m certain that Ari isn’t that kind of a person, and neither is Ethan!”Ethan finally noticed that something wasn’t right outside. He put on his bathrobe and walked out, only to find a large group in his room. “What’s going on?” he asked, taken aback.Mark’s gaze turned cold. Tiffany snapped irritably, “You’re asking me? How sho

”I’ll pick you up. Give me your address. I’ll be over in a minute,” Ethan said.Half an hour later, Ethan’s car arrived outside the gates of the Tremont Estate. Arianne wrapped her coat tightly around herself and quickly ducked into the car. The late night temperature was freezing.The security guard on night shift at the gate noticed that Arianne had entered a car that was not Mark’s and prudently wrote down the car plate number.Arianne wasn’t in the mood to venture too far off, so she told Ethan to stop at the intersection. “Let’s talk in the car. It’s really, really late.”Ethan looked exhausted. “I’m too tired today. Come to my hotel. I’ll call a cab for you when we’ve finished discussing. There are a lot of details to go over, and I don’t want to be thrown off my game when I do this. You’re Tiffie’s only best friend, and I don’t know who else to turn to for help. Just this once, okay?”Arianne couldn’t bring herself to reject him, so she followed Ethan back to his hotel.Th

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