A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 318

Arianne teased, “You might as well marry him. You get to eat and spend.”

Tiffany suddenly laughed, her laughter sounding slightly evil. “Haha… My stomach is his captive now. I thought about having him as my lifetime goal too. Say, he’s tall, handsome, rich and knows how to cook – where can you find a man like that? And I sometimes dream about… heh heh… him being naked. He’s so stylish when he’s dressed, he must have a nice body when he takes off his clothes! Lucky, I’m just mildly infatuated. Otherwise, he’d have long been devoured!”

Arianne felt goosebumps rising. “Ah… you’re hopeless. Alright, I’ll stop here. Go have your lunch.”

Hanging up, Tiffany suddenly felt someone behind her while she was still wearing a hint of smile from the call. When she turned around and saw Jackson staring at her flabbergasted, a string tensed and broke with a pop in her head. He heard everything!

“Uh… I was just kidding…” She caved in a split second, wanting to hide in a hole from the embarrassment.

“Uh… I was just passing by. Have a good lunch. I’ll… head back to my office.” Jackson was perhaps shocked by her bold remarks that it took him a while to be coherent.

Tiffany’s face was so hot, it could fry an egg. That was awkward! – And embarrassing! How was she supposed to face him after this?

In the CEO office of the Tremont Tower, Mark sat face to face with Helen. Steaming cups of coffee were placed on the expensive coffee table, staining the air with its aroma.

“Mr. Tremont, I’m not here for business today. I’m here to talk to you about Arianne.” There was no expression on Helen when she spoke, making her unreadable.

“Oh? Do speak.” Mark’s reaction was mild as he picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitterness and the coffee’s aroma exploded on the tip of his tongue, causing him to frown. “Ellie, change it to black tea.”

Helen furrowed her brows lightly at his attitude. “You know about her pregnancy, don’t you? She’s staying alone now and I’m worried, but she isn’t willing to accept my help. I’ve sent her fresh produce and fruits in secret and sent her lunch in the office too; she didn’t throw them away. But this won’t work long term. How can a pregnant lady have no one by her side?”

Mark crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes leisurely. “She wanted to move out of the Tremont Estate, no one forced her.”

As a mother, Helen was upset. “You’ve been taking care of her since she was a small girl. Isn’t there any form of relationship between both of you? The baby in her womb is a Tremont!”