A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 12

This occurred frequently when Arianne was younger, yet she did not remember since when she began to feel awkward about it.

Being so close to Mark Tremont, she caught a whiff of the faint tobacco emanating off him and the smell of… alcohol – he drank again!

“Will Sivan is gone, who is it this time? Hand in hand, with you I shall grow old… Tell me, who is it?” Mark Tremont’s voice was chillingly bewitching.

Arianne Wynn was too scared to answer. He had already ‘ushered’ Will Sivan overseas, if she were to admit that the gift came from him, what sort of fate would befall upon him? She dared not think about it.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Don’t know? Why were you hiding it so carefully if you didn't know? Ari… you’re misbehaving…” Mark Tremont’s hand seemed to be casually resting on Arianne’s waist, which he then subtly pressed into her when he spoke.

Arianne Wynn was high-strung, not knowing when she might crumble. “I really don’t know…”

Mark Tremont stopped pursuing, as he buried his head at her neck and sniffed the light fragrance on her. “You know the consequences if there’s a next time.”

He did not let her leave, his thin supple lips softly rubbing against Arianne’s neck and shoulder. A million thoughts raced through Arianne’s head. To her, intimacy like this could only be conducted with someone you like. He hated her, yet why was he still like this?

Nevertheless, Arianne stayed frozen and submissive to his every action as she did not dare push him away. Just as she thought that Mark Tremont would do something else, he pushed her away out of the blue, panting harshly like he was holding back.

Arianne looked at him in confusion. To be exact, she was cautiously waiting for his next course of action.

However, Mark Tremont only picked up the gift box and passed it to her, announcing icily, “Throw it.”

Arianne frowned. Did he want her to throw it out with her own hands?

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Mark Tremont glowered, the dissatisfaction in his eyes near a tipping point.

Without the courage to hesitate, Arianne Wynn hastily took the gift and threw it into the bin. When she looked back and in a flash of stupor, she was caught off guard by the faint smile on the corners of his lips.

Of course, it was thanks to Mark Tremont that Arianne Wynn woke up late the next day, even though he did not particularly do anything to her other than the intimate move that confused her.

Butler Henry was waiting for Arianne by the door.