Arianne got up and went upstairs, but stopped again when she was in front of Mark’s room.
While Arianne was hesitating, Butler Henry pushed open the door, leaving no room for her to mentally prepare herself.
She reflexively averted her gaze from the room. How would she react if she saw something she shouldn’t?
“Sir, madam isn’t in good health, so she needs to rest now. Please send the insignificant person to the guest room.” Butler Henry's tone was humble, yet carried the weight of authority.
Mark was smoking a cigarette on the chair before the French window. He merely cast a silent glance at Arianne.
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