Mark seemed to have assumed that Arianne was already asleep because he came through the door, still on the phone, instead of trying to hide the conversation. “I couldn't care less whatever it is that you plan to do,” he barked. “You go ahead and crap out as many troubles as you like until the world ends. I don’t care. Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not, by any means, an unprincipled man.”
Hearing the steely rage in his voice, Arianne put her pen down and looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and a slight change overcame Mark’s expression before he hung up immediately. “You’re still awake? What are you doing in the living room?”
Arianne tucked her unfinished draft toward herself. “Waiting for you, what else? Who were you talking to? You sounded pissed.”
Weariness rose in his eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m going for a bath. You should rest early.”
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