When he got in the car, he realized that Arianne had chosen to sit in the passenger seat this time. He didn’t set off in a hurry and just turned the air-conditioning to the max, then tried to start a conversation. Perhaps even he himself didn’t even notice how cautiously he was acting. “Can you fall asleep this early?”
Arianne gave him a small smile. “I’ll be tired enough to sleep after cleaning up the house and taking a bath. Truth be told, I’m already sleepy now. I’m pretty much exhausted every day. You’re using your brain to make money, but I’m doing physical labor.”
Mark paused for a moment. “Actually, you can use your brain too...”
Arianne tried to joke with him. “Use my brain to be a Mrs. Tremont and rely on you to support me? Surely you jest. You know that I don’t like relying on someone else’s support. Mark, I’ve thought about it. Jackson and Tiffie may get married. Given your close relationship with him, I’m sure we’ll be running into each other quite often. I can’t hate you to the point where we can’t coexist on this planet, but I can’t bring myself to be Mrs. Tremont either. So... Do you want to consider a divorce? It wouldn’t be a bad thing to just remain friends.”
At this moment, Mark finally understood what she was scheming. Be friends with him? Not just anyone is worthy of being his friend. The word ‘friend’ was meant to draw a clear line between them, he could only look at her but not touch her in the future. Could he accept that?
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