Of course, Arianne sang praises. “Not bad, in all aspects, best to go with how you feel.”Mark finally realized that Tiffany was here as well. It seemed like she was on a date. He nodded at her, which could be considered as a greeting.Suddenly, a few customers scrambled out from the washroom. Then, a few staff members rushed inside all at once. It was easy to tell that something had happened. Tiffany did not see Ken coming out, and felt worried. Remembering that it was a male toilet, and it would be inconvenient for her to go in, she turned her attention to Mark, “Mark, can you help me find out what’s happened? Ken’s been inside for a while now and hasn’t come out. I think something may have happened.”Initially, Mark had no intention of going in. However, when he saw Arianne staring expectantly at him, he got up and headed to the washroom with a grim look on his face. He weaved himself through the crowd and saw blood stains all over the floor. Jackson had pinned Ken down onto the
On the way home, Arianne turned to Mark and asked, “You’ve spoken to Jackson right? Why’d he do it?”Mark told her the truth. “That man is scum. Tell Tiffany to stay away from him.”She finally understood what happened. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I’ll tell Tiffie. But why didn’t you explain this to her straight away? That would have been simpler.”He stared at her, as if he were looking at an idiot. “Sometimes, being straightforward makes you look like an idiot, didn’t you know? There’s nothing wrong in being tactful.”It was eleven o’clock at night. White Water Bay Café had closed for the day. Jackson walked into the garage with his car keys in hand. He had just reached his car when a group of men suddenly appeared from the darkness. Ken emerged complacently from behind a Mercedes-Benz. “Hey, as*hole, had fun beating me up?”Jackson stared at him expressionlessly. “You’d be lying in the hospital by now if someone hadn’t stopped me.”Ken touched his face, which wa
Tiffany’s mind was full of questions as she asked, “Wait, you’re… Jackson West’s mother? It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. West. I am acquainted with him. He’s my boss, and a friend of my friend’s husband. However… I’m not too certain of the situation.”Mrs. West pulled out a document that was filled with words from her back. “I can’t be bothered to explain this to you. Look at it yourself. This is all the information I’ve been given.” Tiffany was sweating. She took the file and read it thoroughly, her gaze became increasingly stern. The document described everything clearly, from Jackson’s violent beating against Ken in White Water Bay Café to everything that happened after that. She had mixed feelings about this. So, Jackson had attacked someone because of her? And he ended up suffering retaliation for it too…“I’m sorry, Mrs. West… I never meant for it to turn out this way… I didn’t even know why he attacked that man. Which hospital is he in? I’ll pay him a visit,” she said, summoning
The nurse seemed rather resentful, but she didn’t say anything about it. She turned around to leave. After all, if a patient had someone to take care of him, she wouldn’t need to take care of him.A few minutes later, Tiffany’s hand was getting sore. “Can you actually do it? Use a urinary catheter if you can’t pee. Don’t force yourself…”Jackson’s face turned red then white. “You’re the one who ‘can’t do it’... You’re a girl. Don’t you feel embarrassed by all of this? You’ve even mentioned that you were the one who took care of your dad when he was sick. Isn’t it inappropriate, even if you are his daughter? It wouldn’t be so bad if it were your mom instead…”Tiffany replied in self-mockery, “My mom? If my dad could actually rely on her, he wouldn’t have to suffer that much while he was alive. My mom is a woman whose only talent lies in enjoying life. Even though I’m the one in dire straits now, it’s still the same. All she knows is to cry about it. I’d still have to do it, regardles
Her level of disappointment surprised her. Why should she be feeling disappointed? She shouldn’t be holding out on hope in the first place. She should continue on as she always had — stay close yet keep a distance at the same time, right?At lunchtime, a distinctive figure appeared at the office entrance. The employees who had been preparing to go out for lunch, stopped in their footsteps and gawked. This was because Mark was too attractive. Most importantly, he was holding an exquisite thermal lunch box.The new company mostly consisted of new staff. Most of them had never seen Mark, so they were making guesses at whose “noble husband” he was. When he arrived at Arrianne’s desk, everyone finally came to their senses, sighed and slowly dispersed.“What are you doing here?” Arianne’s current mood could be described as shock at this point.“Lunch time,” he did not say too much, and opened up the thermal lunch box. Then, he pushed a fork and knife into her hands. The thermal lunch box
In the middle of the night, she sent a message to Mark after a bout of hesitation: Are you busy? I’ve heard that something’s happened to your international companies.She chose to send that message in the middle of the night due the time difference in a foreign country. Both parties had to work together for a relationship to grow. It didn’t make sense if she didn’t show him any concern.After more than five minutes, his reply finally arrived: I don’t need your concern. Just take care of yourself.She reread the message on the phone screen a few times, growing increasingly depressed each time she read it. She was being nice by asking him a question and yet, he still treated her that way. She shouldn’t have asked in the first place! The next day, news of Mark’s international company continued to spread. There was even a video interview of him, officially announcing his company’s closure. The overseas subsidiary branches of his company weren’t the only ones affected. The offices in t
Arianne could not help wanting to share the joy. It felt magical. The first person she thought of was Mark but she didn't text him, afraid that he was busy. Instead, she could only tell Tiffany.After chatting with Tiffany for a while, she felt her eyelids growing heavy, falling asleep unknowingly.Arianne had no idea how long it had been when she vaguely heard someone opening the door. She had not yet gotten used to the fact that she had just returned to the Tremont Estate and sleepily thought that she was still in her apartment. She was exceptionally cautious when she stayed alone, worried about thugs barging in, so she woke up with a startle at once. “Who is it?!”The room’s light was turned on suddenly as Mark looked at her in fatigue. He stood on the spot, carefully not to step forward. “It’s me. Go back to sleep, I’m going to take a shower.”Breathing in relief, Arianne adjusted herself and lay down, closing her eyes again.It was only then that Mark made his way to the bathroom.
Looking at the watch, Arianne’s breath halted for a moment as she paled instantly. She was familiar with that watch, it was the one that Mark wore usually. She did not pay attention if anything was missing on his wrist when he came home last night… It also meant that he was with Aery before he came back to the Tremont Estate.Taking in her change of expression, Aery placed the watch in front of her in contempt. “Don’t blame Mark, darling. He’s under a lot of pressure recently and you’re pregnant. It’s not convenient… Even if it’s not me, he’ll have other women too. You’ll be upset either way. I’m doing your duty for you, you don’t have to thank me though.”Arianne picked up the watch and got up. “I'm going back to work if there’s nothing else.”Fulfilling her goal, there was no need for Aery to stay longer. “Sure, tell Eric that his new company looks decent. Wish him a bright future for me.”Returning to her desk, Arianne’s thoughts were complicated as she looked at the watch. After a