A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 25

Finally digesting this information, Arianne Wynn was actually more nervous now than when she was on the call. She darted downstairs.

“Mama Mary, please give the house a good cleaning…”

Mary was surprised since Arianne was usually not bothered with such matters.

“What’s up, Ari?”

Arianne could not pinpoint if she was feeling happy or scared. “He’s… coming back.”

Mary was bewildered for a moment, before realizing who Arianne was referring to. Grinning with her eyes. “Really? Sir is coming back? That’s great. You guys haven’t seen each other since being married three years ago. It’s good news that he’s coming back. I’ll have the house cleaned thoroughly. Don’t you worry.”

Returning to her room, Arianne tidied up the messy sketches scattered all around. She was working in a fashion design company having just passed her probation. She was usually busy and her room was a reflection of that. Mary dared not mindlessly clean her room as she had no idea how to organize her sketches. Now that Mark Tremont was coming back, Arianne did not want him to see her messy side.

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On the day of Mark Tremont’s return, Arianne had specifically asked Butler Henry for his flight time and went to the airport with a sufficient amount of time to wait for him.

He had left during the frigid winter, the season was the same for when he was coming back… Arianne felt like these three years had been a dream, passing in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Arianne caught the outstanding tall figure right away. Just like three years ago, he was still eye-catching and poised. She was, however, stunned when she saw the woman hooked around his arms – he did not come back alone…

When Mark Tremont and the woman came close, Arianne could hear their whispers. “Mark dear, keep me company at the hotel tonight okay? I’m scared of being alone…”

“We’ll see.” His answer was cold yet it exuded his rare patience.

Arianne impulsively felt the urge to run away. Right before she turned around, Mark Tremont’s gaze fell on her. It was without surprise, his gaze was without emotions. He merely asked, “Why’ve you come?”

Arianne was caught at a loss. It was as if he was saying that she was unnecessary.