By the time they finally returned to Tremont Estate, Arianne was pretty much half hanging onto Mark Tremont. Upon seeing this, Mary quickly prepared a hot towel and followed them upstairs. She couldn’t bother about so much when her heart ached. “How did this happen? Madam can’t hold her liquor...”
Mark Tremont didn’t speak. Mary handed him the hot towel. “Sir, I’ll leave madam to you. I’ll go down now.”
He nodded and carefully wiped Arianne’s face. She cooperatively lifted her head so that he could wipe it. “Wipe it clean... He doesn’t like dirty things... Hurry up!”
Mark Tremont’s hands paused then his lips involuntarily curled into a smile.
The moment only lasted for two seconds before Arianne quickly pushed him away. “That won’t do... I have to remove my makeup...” Fortunately, she still remembered that she had makeup on her.
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