Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of liquor. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of alcohol wading from him right now.
Mark Tremont’s kiss was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.
“The dinner is getting cold!” Arianne cried out in panic.
Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.
Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’
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