Chapter 8 Someone Who Left You With The Strongest Impression

Arianne’s hand flew up to her neck, wearing a frown. She vaguely remembered that Mark Tremont had kissed her there, he must have left a mark.

Unlike Arianne’s flustered state, Mary was delighted.

“Ari, just be with sir if he really likes you. You’ll have your favorite buttered bread for life and he’s good looking too. I don’t think there’s anything you’d disapprove of, seeming you’ve spent ten years with him after all.”

Arianne shied away from discussing the topic as she cut Mary off. “Mama Mary, I’m gonna be late for class. Bye!”

She fled out of the door as if she was running for her life.

Become Mark Tremont’s other half? If she was bored to death, sure.

When Arianne got to school, Tiffany Lane scooted to her and toyed with her scarf.

“Babe, what unique taste you’ve got there. Why does it feel so 70’s? But Ari always looks the best anyway. You look good, maybe even better if you wore a janitor’s uniform. Especially with your eyes, take a look at them… ah! You’re so captivating…”

Her eyes, Mark Tremont mentioned them last night as well. Arianne shuddered at the thought.

“Stop joking.”

Suddenly, someone’s mobile phone rang. Both Tiffany and Arianne looked at each other.

Tiffany shrugged. “It’s not mine. That’s not my ringtone.”

Arianne perked her ears up, realizing that the ringtone seemed to have come from her bag. Taking off her backpack to check, a newest released model of a certain mobile phone brand was buzzing in a frenzy.

She was quite bewildered. Retrieving the phone, the incoming caller displayed that it was Mark Tremont.

When did he put the phone into her bag? He had even saved his number on it.

Arianne took a glance at Tiffany awkwardly and answered the call.

“Hello?”

Mark Tremont’s melodious voice, which lacked warmth, came from the other end.

“I’ve transferred you some money. I don’t want to see you looking like you’ve been maltreated the next time I return, it spoils my appetite.”

Spoils his appetite? He didn’t really mean his actual appetite by that, did he?

The phone call ended shortly and her mobile phone displayed a money transfer notification.

Arianne frantically turned off the phone and dropped it back into her bag, afraid of revealing what just happened. When she came into contact with the bank card in her bag, her hand shook. Why did it feel like an exchange for what happened last night? It was off-putting.

“Your brother gave this to you? This model costs around fifteen hundred dollars. Looks like he isn’t the worst to you,” Tiffany commented.

Arianne nodded. “Let’s go. Class is about to start.”

Luck was perhaps not on her side today. When they entered the studio, the tutor was not in a good mood as she instructed directly, “Today we are drawing someone who left you with the strongest impression. Feel free! You can refer to photos. There are no restrictions.”

Tiffany Lane was hyped as she stared at Arianne in anticipation. The latter was embarrassed.

“What are you doing? You’ve been asked to draw someone who gave you a deep impression…”

With a chuckle, Tiffany answered, “That’s you. From the moment I saw you, you’ve left a mark in my life. How perfect of a person you are… If you were to pursue the entertainment business, other celebrities will just turn lackluster. Except… you keep too much to yourself and you’re too thin.”

Arianne did not say anything as she mulled over who had left her with the strongest impression. Her parents? Her memory of their faces had long faded with time. Once Mark Tremont popped up in her mind, Butler Henry and Mary’s face vanished.

She genuinely opposed the idea of drawing Mark Tremont. She did not have his photo either. In spite of it, his face was clear as day in her mind even without a reference. Each of his actions was etched deep in her memory!

“Arianne Wynn, what are you doing? You’re being sponsored and here you are being lazy. Snap out of it, you’re supposed to be drawing,” the tutor called Arianne out with a rap on the drawing board.

Breaking out of her trance, Arianne forced herself to pick up her pencil. She wanted to draw Mary. After all, Mary treated her the best aside from her parents. As she drew, however, the person on her drawing board had actually transformed into Mark Tremont, unable to leave her mind.