A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 5

A pair of arms surrounded her suddenly and pulled her back. Arianne could almost feel the dampness from his fresh shower and smelt the fragrance of body wash.

Her hands supported herself on his chest, unknowingly they were shaking.

The arms that were wrapped around her waist let go abruptly.

“Get lost.”

For some reason, his voice was a little raspy. Arianne had no idea how she had upset him again so she scurried off at once.

It was when she returned to the storeroom that she had regrets. She had forgotten to ask him about Will Sivan. Recalling what happened just now, however, the courage to seek him again slipped away from her.

When morning came the next day, Mary came into the storeroom with a glass of water.

“C’mon, Ari. Here’s some cold medicine.”

Arianne Wynn was puzzled. Mary did not know she caught a cold. Furthermore, how would Mary dare give her medication without Mark Tremont’s permission?

As if dismissing Arianne’s doubt, Mary sat down on the edge of her bed with a smile.

“Sir has gone on a business trip and will only be back in about a month. This was his instructions before he left. Here you go.”

Arianne could not point a finger to the feeling in her heart, but she felt inexplicably lighter hearing that he would temporarily not be around.

After taking the medication, Arianne briskly made her bed and went to school.

When she entered the studio, the dean personally came to pass her all the materials she had lacked.

“Miss Wynn, check if there’s anything else you’re missing.”

Arianne was taken aback. “No… nothing is missing. This is…?”

The dean did not explain, merely saying, “That’s good then.”

As the dean left, Arianne was lost in her thoughts, staring at the items she had received. Mark Tremont was surely not the source, since he would not have the time nor the effort to be concerned about her situation at school.

“Ari, I’ve heard that someone’s sponsored you anonymously. I didn’t expect the administration to work so quickly. Your paints are all better than mine!”

Tiffany Lane rummaged through the materials that the dean had sent over once she was here.

Arianne kept quiet as she arranged her new belongings.