A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 9

When they submitted the assignment, the tutor wore a deriding smirk looking at her drawing.

“You drew Mark Tremont huh? You usually act reserved, but now it seems that you’re just like most girls. A few of them drew him as well but yours is the best. You have a photo? Share it.”

The tutor was a woman nearing her thirties. Unmarried, ill-tempered, and infatuated with Mark Tremont, she babbled about him with the other students every day.

Arianne Wynn shook her head. “I don’t have a photo…”

The tutor’s face fell.

“But you drew him so well? All based on imagination? Have you met him in person? Be a good sport, show me the photo. Your drawing… it looks like he’s just sitting around at home? The internet doesn’t have photos like this. Where did you get it from?”

Tiffany Lane could no longer hold herself back.

“What’s the fuss now? She’s said that she’s got no photo, that’s it. Her drawing skills have always been great, don’t you know your own students?”

Faced against students of significant family backgrounds and power like Tiffany Lane, the tutor would always think twice before acting. “Alright, alright. I know she’s under your wing. I don’t want no photo, okay?”

“How did you do it? You’ve never met Mark Tremont, have you? I’ve seen him once, in a banquet. I thought that you were different from the others. I see that you fantasize about the nation’s ideal man too, hehe…” Tiffany asked Arianne after class.

Habitually quiet, Arianne had no fantasy for Mark Tremont. What could she be imagining when they stayed under the same roof every day? She could draw him perfectly because that was how deeply rooted he was in her mind. She could probably never escape from the dread that he brought to her entire life.

“Ari, I heard that Mark Tremont is coming to our campus event this year. It’s not strange though. He’s contributed a lot to the school. It’s reasonable that the school invites him,” Tiffany spoke having long been accustomed to Arianne’s reticence.

The campus event was held every semester before the campus proceeded winter and summer breaks. It was nothing but some boring programs and a talk the school arranged.

There were twenty-one more days until the campus event. Mark Tremont would already be back from his business trip then.

“Ari, we don’t have any classes in the afternoon. Let’s hang out. I’ll take you ice-skating. There’s a new ice-skating rink. The ski field is too far away, I’ll take you there during the holidays,” Tiffany quickly suggested when she saw that Arianne was packing her things, looking like she was about to leave.