Mark did not insist and waved his hand towards the camera, “Good night.”
Arianne clutched her chest as the call ended. She could feel her heart beating wildly against her chest. She had initially thought that she wasn’t boy-crazy in any way and would not be bowled over by his magnetic voice or that face that she had been staring at for more than ten years. Had she gone mad?
In Mark's opinion, every time they spoke, they had grown a step closer to one another. It assured him too. Just as he was about to go to bed, his phone rang again — it was a call from Charles Moran.
This man who had a good relationship with his father would never contact him for no good reason. The first time they met up after his return to the country was for Charles ask him if he was aware of his father’s b*stard... He frowned and picked up the call, “Hello? Uncle Moran.”
Charles answered him, “Mark, I’ve heard that things between you and Arianne are a little delicate now. I was momentarily distracted and lost sight of Nia. I’m sure she’ll be visiting you soon... Please excuse her. You know how she feels about you... I know that it’s impossible between you two, so please send her back. She’s out of control.”
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