Having his sore spot mentioned, Mark threw the wine glass in his hand against the floor. “You like being a servant? Alright, I’ll fulfill your wish. From tomorrow onward, you’ll do whatever the Tremont Estate’s servants do! Now scram!”
She left without hesitation and went to Mary’s helper room. The room was occupied by four helpers and had no additional space for her. Arianne could only squeeze in with Mary.
She did not regret angering him, however. She would rather sleep in the helpers’ room than lie on the same bed as him. Whenever she saw him, she would think about everything he had done with Aery and Helen.
The three of them had torn a gash that would never heal in her heart, and that would remind her each living anguished second.
The next day, she went to work in the office as usual and became a ‘part-time’ servant in the Tremont Estate after work.
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