A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 50

A photo fell from a book unexpectedly. Curious, Arianne picked it up. It was the day she moved into the Tremont Estate when she was eight years old. She was holding Mark Tremont’s hand.

Having seen the photo in the newspaper, she had never seen an individual photograph as such. Why did Mark Tremont have it? Had he… intentionally kept it?

Arianne denied this belief promptly. He had probably kept it without much thought at the time and had already forgotten where he placed it. The book that held the photo was an old one and not of his preferred genre. He must not have flipped through it for many years.

It was another sleepless night.

Mark Tremont headed for the Nightlight bar after leaving the estate. Jackson West and Eric Nathaniel arrived soon after and asked for several bargirls to boost the mood.

Expensive liquors were spread out on their booth table. Jackson West was the most familiar with places like this, as among the three of them he was the prime example of a rich family’s profligate child. He was a regular here, so the bargirls were inclined to cling to him. He did not mind them at all, welcoming them without protest.

Eric Nathaniel was not doing well and opted for juice instead of alcohol. “I can’t. My stomach doesn’t allow me to. Have fun drinking, I’ll sit out.”

Jackson teased him mercilessly, “You have such a fancy man’s stomach!”

“I don’t lack money, I don’t care for sponging off women!” Eric rolled his eyes at him.

Mark Tremont drank quietly, the vibe he exuded prohibited anyone from coming close. Under the bar’s dim lighting, all that was left of his handsome face was a perfect outline that was encased with frost. No bargirl dared approach him.

Seeing that he was not in the mood, Jackson said half-jokingly, “Mark, did you fight with your little wifey again? You need to be sweet with your words and spoil them women, why can’t you understand? It’s your birthday today, what’s her issue with you? What’s up with the two of you?”

Mark Tremont said nothing as he picked up his phone to make a call.

Half an hour later, Aery Kinsey who dressed invitingly arrived at the bar and promptly sat herself beside Mark Tremont, leaning against the side of his arm. “My darling Mark, I thought that you wouldn’t be looking for me anymore today…”