For some reason, Arianne remembered the woman who hooked arms with him at the airport and instinctively pushed Mark Tremont away.
“We’ll talk about when you’re sober!”
If he were sober, he definitely wouldn’t want to touch her...
“Get out! ” He growled in a low tone.
Taken aback, Arianne quickly got up and smoothed out her pajamas before going back to her room next door. Although all that remained was the bed, she could still sleep in the empty room.
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