It was a fleeting instant before Mark Tremont’s gaze restored to his usual aloofness. Were her eyes playing tricks on her?
”Any discomfort?” His tone was void of emotion as always.
Arianne Wynn shook her head. Noticing that his hand was over hers, warmth crept up her face.
"I’m fine... I didn’t know that you’re coming to the campus. I've caused you trouble."
Caused him trouble? Mark Tremont frowned. "Don’t want to cause me trouble, but it's okay to inconvenience others? Arianne Wynn, no need to look tragic in front of the others. Does it cost your life to ask something from me?!"
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