When they hung up, Arianne felt inexplicably gratified. It was strange, but nonetheless, she could get used to this feeling. For once, she actually felt the pleasure of revenge. She could understand why Mark liked tormenting her. Did he feel like she did when he watched her being tormented and miserable?
“What are you thinking about? Are you hungry? Wanna go down and have something?” Mark did not know what was going through her head but his sudden amiability caught her off guard.
“A little but I don’t want to eat downstairs. Have Mary send it to the room...”
Mark did not force her to go down. “Go back to bed then.”
Lunch was sent to Arianne in the room by Mark, and Rice Ball followed at a leisurely pace as though it was the master of the place.
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