Mark Tremont took a card out of his wallet and tossed it onto the coffee table. He then ignored her presence and picked up a magazine to read.
Arianne took the card, thanked him, then turned around and went upstairs. She specifically informed Mary that she wasn’t going to eat dinner. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. Her eyelids felt extremely heavy, as though someone was pulling them shut.
By the time food was served onto the table, Mark was a little unhappy to find that Arianne was nowhere in sight. “Where is she?”
“She’s not feeling well and informed me that she won’t be having dinner. Sir, madam has been feeling nauseous lately. And... her... period is late. I have urged her to go for a checkup at the hospital,” Mary replied.
Mark’s pupils suddenly dilated. “What did you say?”
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