Arianne got off the bed, enduring the discomfort she felt. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom to change. By the time she got out, Mark had already finished packing and was waiting at the door.
His gaze sunk when he noticed her slightly unusual walk. His expression turned cold as well, and his thoughts were unfathomable.
Arianne kept dozing off on the plane but was afraid of touching Mark if she fell asleep. She could tell he was in a bad mood. He had not confronted her over her unapproved trip to Ayashe.
Upon his return to the Tremont Estate, Mark immediately went back to his bathroom to take a shower.
“When did he arrive home?” Arianne softly asked Mary.
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