Mark did not give an immediate response. He slowly rose to his feet.
Arianne’s mind was in a mess, she clearly wished that she could drag Jackson back and punch him in the face. She composed herself and calmly said, “No need. Goodbye."
Mark reached out and grabbed her wrist, “I’ll drive you.”
She frowned. “No need.”
“I said, I’ll drive you,” he insisted.
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