Arianne’s body promptly stiffened. These kinds of things scared her even more. “I can sleep. It’s just that I slept too much in the daytime. Go to sleep, I won’t bother you anymore...”
Mark didn’t reply, and his hand didn’t continue wreaking havoc. She heaved a sigh of relief and stared emptily up at the black ceiling. Unbeknownst to her, his eyes were open as well and his gaze was sober and calm, unlike a few moments ago when he had just woken up...
Early morning, the very next day.
Arianne woke up from a nightmare and was sweating all over. The heater in the room was too warm, and she wasn’t used to it. She got up and turned down the heater. The skies were only just brightening outside, but Mark was still asleep...
She sat on the sofa across the room from the bed, unlocked her phone, and read the news. Tiffany’s family’s factory had collapsed last night The news was flooded with reports of the capital’s third best jewelry processing plant’s bankruptcy. They had even published the exact amount of their huge debt.
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