“It’s windy today. Don’t stand here. Go back and lie down. Ask Mary to send your meal to the room.” Mark went to Arianne and stuffed Rice Ball into her arms.
Arianne was stunned once more. He had disallowed her from eating in the room, citing improper manners in the past. Now, he was the first to suggest it.
In the heat of the moment, Arianne asked, “Can Rice Ball come into the room? It hasn’t seen me all day, I’m afraid that...”
Mark halted his steps slightly. “Don’t ask for too much. If I see it, I’ll throw it away.”
His tone was not stern, but rather, casual. There was a ghost of a grin on Arianne. Did he mean that she could bring it in as long as he did not see it?
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