Mark halted his steps. “Oh, did I wake you up? I’ll take my shower downstairs then.”Arianne rubbed her bleary eyes. “It’s alright, take your shower here. I’m so sleepy right now, I’ll have no trouble going back to sleep. But please bathe quickly and go to sleep. Don’t tire yourself.”Despite her okays, Mark still took it upon himself to be as featherlight as possible during his shower to make as little sound as he could. Once he came out of his bath, he took the space next to Arianne.The pair had singled Smore out aside, who pitifully only had his comforter as his company.Arianne had yet to slip deeply into slumber, so instinctively, she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew herself close into his embrace before adjusting her position. “If you continue to come home late from work every time, Smore’s gonna forget how you look sooner or later,” she teased. “You know how bad kids’ memories are. He sleeps in the same bed as we do, yet he never sees you… If he ended up forgetting
Tiffany brushed her nose. “’Chia right. As if you’ve got that much time on your hands.”Alejandro took a sip of the beer in front of him. “As we were saying, I just bought a plot from Jackson today. He’s quite adept at holding grudges, it seemed, because the way he treated me was the same as he would a love rival. He sold that plot with three times its supposed price.”Tiffany’s fixed the table with slightly downcast eyes. “Oh. So? You could have, I dunno, not accepted his offer if you thought it was too expensive. Or do you have so much in your pocket that you just want to burn off some of it?”Watching her feigning indifference made Alejandro chuckle. “Hee hee. It’s so obvious that you care a lot about this, so why pretend otherwise, hmm? Come on, there’s no need to fake anything when you’re with me, alright? Just be yourself. I won’t lie; I thought it was pretty expensive, but I needed it, so I said yes,” he explained, before adding, “Oh, and by the way, he’s coming to the branch
Jett stood outside Tiffany’s room instead of entering and took a watchful spot beside the door when the group reached Tiffany’s unit upstairs. Tiffany thought it strange, but she pushed Alejandro’s wheelchair into her unit anyway. He was a disabled man whose legs could no longer function—how dangerous could being with him be?Tiffany thought that she needed not to be too concerned.She only moved in recently, so she had yet to sort many of her things into place, thus leaving a mess. “I haven’t had the time to tidy my place, so… yeah,” she admitted sheepishly. “Er, I’ll go make you a cuppa tea now.”She went to the drinking station and began, but it was clear from her unpolished action that she was not very good. After a slip when she almost hurt herself with boiling water, a hand suddenly appeared next to her. “Allow me.”Tiffany froze. Why did Alejandro’s voice come from above her head? He was wheelchair-bound, so his voice should be coming from below her neck, right?She whipped
Tiffany quietly pushed open the door of the conference door, trying her best not to draw attention to herself. However, almost instantaneously, a talking Jackson’s attention drifted to her face the moment she stepped in. It lasted about two seconds before it casually left her.Tiffany’s mind had only one remark: that was it? That? Was it?She had not expected such a placid reaction. Had he really let her go or what?Amy was quick to remind her, “Miss Lane, despite being the Assistant Director, you’re late by a good whole twenty minutes.”An unnatural expression shadowed Jackson’s mien. He had been mildly surprised when he saw Tiffany coming into the room, but he remembered that all was per Summer’s arrangement and got over it. But now, it seemed that his dear mother appointed Tiffany as the Assistant Director, too.He should probably be glad that she was just the “assistant”…?He faked a cough before interjecting. “Take a seat, Miss Lane. Let’s resume this meeting—we’ll discuss y
Tiffany placed her notebook down on her desk before snapping pointedly, “And where am I supposed to sit?”Jackson replied without raising his eyes to hers, “Grab a chair yourself, duh. How the hell did you end up as ‘assistant director’ with that brain?”His retort chaffed Tiffany enough that she snickered, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not that I wanted to be one, you know. I came here thinking I was going to be a mere supervisor! Anyway, you already know that I got my job through my connection, so why even bother asking, Einstein?”Perhaps a little worried about her tone, Amy quickly interjected with feigned coughs. “Er, Miss Lane? You could grab a chair and move to my desk.”Tiffany stormily yanked a chair to where Amy sat, took a seat, and glowered at Jackson. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh? Don’t you dare kill my cactus with those poisonous fingers of yours!”Jackson immediately retracted his hand from the prickly plant and assumed a more serious, upright posi
Arianne was warmed to her core, but she remained unaffected on the surface. “Meh, it’s alright. You make way more of a mess out of me than Smore, a baby, ever could,” she intoned. “Come back soon, why won’t you?”Unfortunately, Arianne’s word choice invited misinterpretation. To Mark, the takeaway was that his wife was miffed by him neglecting her for half a month. Hence, when he saw that no one was around, he leaned close to her ears and breathed, “Hmm. That might just be what I’ll do tonight. We’ll kick Smore into his bedroom so that his Mommy and Daddy can have some privacy. Just you wait.”Arianne’s face turned as bright as a tomato. “Wait! T-That’s not what I meant!”He smirked. “Oh, that was exactly what you meant. Don’t play coy.”Arianne watched him hurriedly strutting away, the corner of her lips slightly quivering.Could this be what it felt like to have a happy, normal family? Just the three of them living in blithe serendipity, never fearing if any one of them would ab
The only reason behind Arianne’s wish to repair the Wynn Mansion was that it was her father’s childhood home. Hence, she could not possibly stand by and watch it slowly decay into ruin as the passing of time wrangled it. Yet, she was also hesitating because she worried that spending all of this money on the house would make her seem a little immature. The Tremonts’ money did not grow on trees.Neither was she willing to sell it away. From the way Henry described it, this antique mansion's price could rake up to about a few hundred million. Arianne was not terribly in need of that amount in her life, but the alternative—spending a similarly hefty sum on repairing and maintaining this house—also seemed like an obtuse move. Any entrepreneur would immediately recognize this as an investment with no returns.The dilemma stayed in Arianne’s mind on the way home. In the end, she decided to discuss it with Mark once he came home from work to see if he had better ideas.Several miles away fr
Tiffany was stunned. “Wait, but how did you—?”Amy turned to the mirror and tidied the locks of her hair. “Mr. West reacted to you falling off the chair with this superhuman-like reflex, man. The sort people only reserve for those that matter in their hearts. No one would have been so ready to save a damsel at the drop of a hat like that! That was including the fact that his back was facing you! Also, you’re the only person in this entire company who dares talk back at him this way.’Bitter melancholy rose to Tiffany’s chest. “What we have is all in the past, though. And to be frank, I honestly never wanted to get here through this ‘connection’. God, it’s so embarrassing. Anyway, I think I hid here long enough. I can’t stay here forever; it’s quite nauseating.”Amy patted her shoulder like an encouraging elder sister. “All in the past, huh? Then let it—not you—stay in the past. Now, you’re the assistant director of the branch company in South Park, and he’s your superior, your boss.
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh… She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the woman’s hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between them—even the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimming—for good. So, Arianne replied, “I’ll go with you. No matter what happened, she’s still your mother.”Mark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. “I knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldn’t agree to let me accompany her for the last of her days…”Arianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. “You confused, little thing. I wouldn’t be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of me—the last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that you’ll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.”She left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, “Yo, everyone! Let’s toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!”The crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roar—except Raven, who remained seated. “I have a sickly constitution. I can’t drink. I’m sorry.”Her smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianne’s eyes before she replied, “Sure.”After the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so… safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Mary’s passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, “Nothing beats being home.”Ra
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. “Thank you! Gosh, to me… it’s like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, where’s your brother? Plato hasn’t come home yet?”Mentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. “He said he was coming home half a month ago—that’s what he said. Who knows what he’s actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. He’s always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.”Arianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her… Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. “Millie, is this your younger sister?”Melissa quickly sprung to correct her. “What? Noooo. This is Ares’ classmate or something
Aristotle’s entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, “When… When will they be back?”Jackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. “Not so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after she’s recuperated enough for a while…” he answered. “We’ve waited for nineteen years for this, right? What’s waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. That’s the way to not disappoint your father’s expectation.”Aristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and “naughty”, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasn’t known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. “Let’s sleep, good night.”Cynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flow…The next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. “There’s no… no need. I’ll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, I’ll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.”Aristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. “Just sleep with me here and stop tidying already.”Cynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. “Y… You’re kidding, aren’t you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, we’re all grown ups now, so wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?”Aristotle said with a straight face, “I wasn't joking.”Cynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissa’s words once again. ‘Would Ares, whom I’ve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, “Of course, they’ve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldn’t this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isn’t going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, you’d be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Don’t worry, you’ve saved Aristotle’s life before, so he wouldn’t be stingy with you financially.”Raven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissa’s grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. “Are you crazy?”After that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry… I was a little unwell just n
‘You’re not that worried?’ Melissa was so furious that she laughed. “Am I the only one who’s being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didn’t you? The man you’ve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet you’re actually not that worried? Let’s put aside your parents’ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you don’t love him? I’m only helping you because you’re my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if I’m helping you for no reason?”Cynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, “He… might have confessed to me. We also… did that already. So, I think he doesn’t feel that way towards Raven. It’s purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.”Melissa’s eyes opened wide. “What? He’s only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but you’ve really got it in you!”Cynthia’s face flushe