Arianne Wynn froze.
“I’m fine sleeping in the storeroom!”
Mark Tremont glanced at her, a wave of disapproval swept in his cold eyes.
“I’m not asking you to sleep in my room upstairs. Mary will help you prepare the guest room next to me.”
Having been exposed of her wrong assumption, Arianne felt rather awkward.
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