A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 10

Arianne Wynn had pins and needles at once. Was he no longer on a business trip? Why was he suddenly back? Fear emerged from within. In hindsight, luckily she did not go ice-skating with Tiffany. She was only unfortunate that her bicycle chain popped off…

Heading to the bathroom, Arianne felt uneasy when she showered, knowing that he would surely look for her.

She caught a lean shadow on the couch from the corner of her eyes when she came out of the bathroom and passed by the living room.

He was wearing light grey loungewear, looking more casual than in his usual full suit attire, as it made him look less icy. – Except his eyes were still distant when he looked up at Arianne.

“Come over here.”

Letting her head hang down, Arianne moved to stand straight beside him.

“You’re back.”

“…Cold?” He had wanted to question why she was home late, but his query became one singular word when he saw the cracked wound on her hand.

Slightly dumbfounded, Arianne dared not look at him. “Um… It’s fine…”

Mark Tremont picked up the steaming black tea on the coffee table and passed it to her without much thought. There was no change in his expression.

“Don’t come home so late next time.”

Arianne did not take the tea. This was the first time Mark Tremont was not unhappy about her coming home late and he did not even ask for an explanation.

Mark Tremont’s eyes shifted up to her again. All it took was his cold gaze for her to accept the tea and gulp it down. The black tea was not scalding hot but the tip of Arianne’s tongue felt tender for chugging the liquid.

It was only when she had finished drinking that she belatedly realized that it was his cup she had drunk from.

“Uh… I’ll clean it for you…”

Before he said anything, Arianne scurried off to the kitchen holding the cup that was still warm to the touch.

Mark Tremont’s gaze darkened a little while his appealing thin lips pressed into a displeased line.