After that outburst, Arianne took a step forward and pushed open the window. “Go, smoke as much as you like. We’re in a hurry to die anyway, aren’t we?!”
Mark stole a sidelong glance at her and stopped the half-burnt cigarette. Those were words of concern and care, yet she had to mask it with thorns and stings. They were not separated because they no longer loved each other, they still very much did and were actually forced to be separated for a while.
After she finished packing up her things, Arianne laid on the bed, ready to sleep. She knew that Mark would never allow her to have Smore live in a hotel, but she also could not possibly leave the child here while she stayed in one, either. In other words, she must stay in the Tremont Estate. But she could stop sleeping with Mark in the same room after their divorce was officiated tomorrow by moving into the guest room.
The one thing that bothered Arianne the most was how likely it was for Mark to deliberately drag on the process of getting her a new home. It was exactly the sort of thing he would do, after all. He could literally delay what he promised with all sorts of excuses...
It was then that she felt her body cocooned by an embrace. She struggled against him for a while, demanding, “What are you doing?”
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