A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 4

The dean beside him grinned. “Mr. Tremont, are you referring to… Will Sivan? You’ve probably heard of him, one of the three young masters of the Sivan family. He’s in his junior year now. The three of them are usually together.”

“Next time, I don’t want to see him again at Southline University. No, in the whole capital,” Mark Tremont said emotionlessly as he turned to leave.

A few steps later, he halted. “And I’ll fully sponsor Arianne Wynn, anonymously.”

The dean bowed his head quickly.

“Of course, of course. Have a good day.”

…

After classes, Arianne Wynn dragged her lethargic self as she pushed her bicycle to the campus gate, standing to wait for Will Sivan to return his scarf.

“Ari, are you waiting for Will? He went home at noon, he said he has some family matters.”

Tiffany Lane walked to her and took out a small bag from her purse.

“Here you go, cold medicine, he asked me to give you this. Medication for fevers is also inside. Remember to take it.”

Arianne looked at the bag of medicine but did not accept it.

“I don’t need them. Return the scarf for me. I’ll head home now.”

Now that Mark Tremont was back, she had to be home on time every day.

Tiffany thrust the small bag towards Arianne. “What are you being stubborn about? Even I know that he likes you, you wouldn’t have noticed, would you?”

A blush crept onto Arianne’s pale cheeks. “Stop with your nonsense! Bye!”

Having taken less than two steps ahead, Mark Tremont’s car sped over suddenly, skidding to a stop less than a meter away from Arianne.

Tiffany was about to lash out, but Arianne’s hand flew to cover her mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You can go back first!”

Arianne could already see the brooding face of Mark Tremont who was seated behind the car’s windshield.

Mark had no patience for her. A honk was all it took for Arianne to hastily park her bicycle to the side, hopped into the car and pulled the door shut.

Tiffany Lane was dumbfounded. She wanted to say something but the car had driven off.

Sitting in the car, Arianne’s head hung low not daring to speak. This was the first time Mark Tremont had picked her up from school, yet she felt no element of surprise, she was only flooded in fright.

“Gotten yourself a boyfriend?” Mark Tremont casually questioned.

Arianne thought of Will Sivan and shook her head nervously.

“No.”

At the same time, she tightened her grip on the bag of cold medicine in her hands.

“Will Sivan won’t be making an appearance anymore.”