After Marianne is completely wearing her outfit. Francois gently helps her into her wheelchair. He heard her say “Thank you!” and then she randomly said “I was going to wear a christmas jumper but opted into wearing this dress instead. I think it is the right choice. Don’t you think so?”. Francois just nodded at her and did not say anything. His mind keeps thinking of his conversation with John. ‘Does asking me to zip up her dress could just be what really it is and no other intention?’ he thought.
They left the dressing room and went to their bedroom. Marianne opens her drawer and takes out something. She gives it to Francois and then says “Merry Christmas. I hope you like it.”
Francois opens it. It is a watch. The latest design of one of the top brands that is not even out
"You have… to take the initiative, Marianne… you must!... if you want to be happy… hik," said John, and then he went into silence.Marianne turns her head to the phone, and then back to Francois. Then she goes to where her phone is. "John, let's talk tomorrow, John. Bye for now," she said, and was about to pick up her phone when there was a noise in the other line."As I was saying… take the initiative… like maybe asking him to help you get undressed, hehe. You know… you can just pretend that you cannot do it by yourself. You are his spouse… it’s normal for a couple. You could ask him to unzip your dress… hehe. Hik hik. Sorry I think I'm really drunk. But, yeah… do that… F
After breakfast in the morning, Marianne left the eating room. She had expected for Francois to be joining her because there is no way he is going to the office as it is boxing day. It is the nation’s holiday. She also did not see him when she woke up. His words had kept her awake, that she cannot remember what time she went back to sleep. She meant to speak to him about it this morning but the man is nowhere to be seen. When she asked one of the maids, she was told that he was last seen at the kitchen table. He had, again, prepared his own meal, and had instructed them to help the madam when she wakes up and to accompany her at most times. Marianne sighs ‘I’m thankful that he does care about my welfare, but I think that is all to it. I just hope that he doesn’t think last night has more meaning or what John had said.’&n
After Francois had left the drawing room, Marianne thought ‘I wouldn’t or don’t care whatever that means.’ She decided not to think of what had happened and grab her book. ‘I need to focus and won’t allow anyone to distract me,’ she thought. However, the meaning of the words are hard for her to understand. She had reread the same sentence for a while, and had even asked Lita what she understood of it. Yet, the words that are coming out from Lita are all alien to her. She let the book drop to the floor, irritated at the sight of it. She feels like kicking it, if only she could.“Madam... would you... perhaps like to go outside to have some fresh air? Or… uhm... maybe I could get you some snacks,” a hesitant voice came fromLita.&
Marianne takes her time to go back to the castle. Lita, who was following her, had volunteered to push the wheelchair as she was very slow on maneuvering. Marianne did not talk much but had asked her to take her to the grounds where she can see when the chopper arrives.As they moved around the building, going to the front of the castle, both Marianne and Lita were taken by surprise when they met Francois.The gasped sounds from Marianne and her maid made Francois stop in his tracks.“Gosh! I didn’t know you would be back so soon,” said Marianne, looking up at him.
“Yes, of course! I’m just amazed. Earlier, one of the staff had talked about it, and I thought that it’s just beyond my knowledge of technology. Now, you are talking that there is actually more and complicated stuff to it. This just blows my mind away. It’s just incredible! You are incredible,” said Marianne with full of admiration. However, after she said that, she has a feeling that there is something amiss. She then realised that it was his tone. As far as she knows, this is the first time that Francois had talked in that way. She saw Francois who had just nodded at her. ‘I just praised him. Shouldn’t he say something?’ she thought. Unable to hold in her thoughts, she asked “Did you think that I wasn’t listening to what you were saying?” Then after she said that, she hated that she had opened her mouth. ‘I think I’m developing a bitchiness c
Marianne puts her hand around his neck as he lifts her up from her seat. She is feeling more positive and hopeful that he had talked to her in his normal voice. Also he is carrying her in his arms. ‘He can’t be hating me for he doesn’t mind holding me,’ she thought full of hope.Unlike earlier when she was being carried in his arms, when she was lost in her thoughts for being too close to his body that she did not notice her surroundings, this time she is more alert. She pays more attention to her surroundings. She looks admiringly at the main library as they pass it. She also noticed that it has a higher level. She caught a glimpse of the pool table, an empty bar counter, and an old yellow game stand of Pac-man. ‘That must be the arcade area that Annie was talking about,’ thought Marianne.She also
At the Davidson’s residence, in Cornwall. Marianne sips the juice that Francois had given her. It is the beginning of the year, but the Davidson’s are not like any other households that have boozes in their houses to celebrate the first day of the year. Francois’ dad, Donald, is forbidden to take in any alcohol and Francois is not one to drink. Mary Davidson had also completely given up alcohol.“Are you okay dear? Would you like to have some nibbles?” said Mary, seating next to Marianne with a tray full of bowls of nuts, chocolates and other mini food for nibbling.“I’m alright, thank you. The meal was really lovely and I stuffed a lot. I’m afraid I
Marianne has been feeling on edge as the light of the day is fading. This is the first time that she will be spending the night outside of her comfort zone. Her first time sleeping at her in-laws' house. Mary had shown her their room earlier. She was informed that it used to be Francois' room but because he has rarely used it, it was turned into a guest room. It has a double bed which had been making Marianne flustered for the coming of the night. She is used to sharing the bed with him in their massive bed which occupies about four to five people. Which is just perfect for her comfort and thoughts. It is too wide that they barely had any skinship, unless Marianne will move closer to Francois’ side.She has not thought that there might be a situation for something like this, otherwise she would have objected to sleeping out. Then when his Nana Pauline had said those words, it still rings in her
Francois lightly touches his neck. His thoughts were on last night, on how he got those marks. He frowned.There was an uncertain look on Francois’ face that made Marianne worries. She wants to reach out to him. ‘I wonder what has happened. This is the first time that I have ever seen him look like this. He seems unsure. He is certainly not himself. Is he perhaps ill?’ thought Marianne, more concerned and with determination to find out what the mark is on his neck. Francois sees Marianne slowly getting up off her chair. He became stiff as he felt her nearness. He would have stepped backwards if he could, but he felt pinned to his spot. He could not move. Moreso when his nostrils were hit with her fragrance. Marianne steadies herself, and then takes a closer look at his neck. “Oh, it’s more than I thought, and it looks bad!” she exclaimed, showing a displeased look as she inspected the marks on his neck. Her eyes focused on the worst part. ‘I’m sure I’ve seen something like this befo
The next day, the ringing of her phone made Marianne groan as she grabbed her phone. She squinted her eyes at the clock table. ‘It’s past 7, already!?’ “Hello, Marianne! Oh I’m so sorry, did I just wake you up? I only called cause I thought you would be awake by now,” said Annie, as she listened to the moaning sound of her friend from the other line. “Hey… Annie. No, no it’s okay. I’m actually glad that you called. I think my alarm clock is not working. I don’t know how long I would sleep if you didn’t call. You saved me from facing another wrath from Mrs Smith.” “Are you still not getting along? I think that’s been a while now, don’t you think?
Realising that Francois would not help her, that she has to deal with Steven herself. She turns to face Steven. She sees his smiling face. The face that Kenny had once liked. She looks closely and studies his face. ‘Hmm he does have a handsome face but he is nothing compared to Francois. Not even to John, Michael and Carl… Why the heck did I think before that he is above all men when it comes to looks? Gah… And if you look more closely… there are blackheads on his nose! What a turn off! Oh, there are even more lines under his eyes and some pigmentation on his skin. He has become old now.”The scrutinising ways of Marianne made Steven uncomfortable. He looks at Francois, but he seems to be unaware of what his wife is doing or does not care. He cleared his throat. “Uhm, Lady Marianne.”
Sarah’s watchful eyes become sharp as she stares at Marianne. “You know, I had years of study and practice to know when someone is lying. And right now, your face is telling me differently than earlier.” Sarah moves closer to Marianne. She bends down, and with her face close to Marianne, she looks straight into Marianne’s eyes. “So, what are you hiding? What are you guilty of?” said Sarah, with a very intimidating tone.Marianne catches her breath, and on guard of what the woman in front of her is going to do next. ‘Oh My God! I hope she is not going to hit me!’ she thought. She quickly side glances to where Lana is. She sees her talking on the phone as Lana meets her eyes very briefly. ‘I hope she called Francois. I hope it’s him on the other line,’ prayed Marianne.
Sarah gives Marianne a quizzing look because of her reaction. Aware of her carelessness, Marianne says to her “Well, I’ve not met Kenny before so I don’t really know what he’s like, but you said he is not one to just take his own life. It’s also what others say about him. So, I believe you. And thank you for telling me about the study under Dr Keis. I’ll see if I can find some useful information from his old stuff. But… I’m sure this is not the important thing that you wanted to tell me for seeking me here.”Sarah nodded. “Well, after you left that day. I had an uncomfortable feeling like I had missed something. I couldn’t sleep. So, that night I went to check on Kenny's body again. At first, everything was the same as how I'd written it on the report. But when I checked the ligature on his neck, I found a very thin dark
Returning to their table, Marianne gives Francois a hateful accusation look of a 'How could you!?' flaring in her eyes. Anyone who would look at Marianne’s face would be able to tell how angry she is, but Francois did not seem to take any notice of her state. His relaxed manner of how he is enjoying himself made Marianne more annoyed at him. ‘Hateful Bastard!’ she thought as she threw him one more hateful glance. To put her composure back, Marianne tries to think of positive thoughts. ‘Good thing everyone wasn’t so brazen to accept his abrupt invitation. Even Steven just gave him a salute. Hopefully no one will come as I don’t want to prepare an abrupt party... Oh, wait! Does Francois want me to throw a party for Carl?’ The thought made Marianne look alarmed and suddenly feeling guilty that it never occurred to her to throw a party for Carl.&nb
Whatever was on Dr Eli’s face expression is now gone. She is now wearing her usual friendly smiles. She gets up and greets Francois and Marianne. “Hello. I didn’t expect to see you both here," she said, smilingly. Marianne thought that she detected nervousness in her voice. She smiles back at Dr Eli. The question that she wanted to ask earlier (to ask her why she had left her profession), she does not dare to ask anymore. Marianne secretly observes Dr Eli. ‘I’m sure I wasn’t mistaken when she looked at me. There was hatred in her eyes which was directed at me. But why…? I’ve known her before, and she is not to hold grudges. Perhaps she has mistaken me for someone else? Hmm… no, I’m with Francois so she knows who I am. So, why does she hate me?... Ah... this feels worse than when Leonna was giving me those hateful stares with her matching acid tongue. But, at least with Leonna, I know why sh
Marianne tries to sort out her thoughts by accepting her sad fate tonight. Yet, she still cannot let go of the niggling feeling inside her. With a disregard to modesty, she said “I have to say this for the peace of my mind. You know, I thought that this was going to be a ‘date’. A proper date. I did not expect it to be like this. And I was really ecstatic then to the idea that I am going out on a date with you. In fact, I even requested help from the ladies which I kinda regret as they have different ideas. They only caused me more stress, and not to mention my extended endurance for tolerating the constant nagging of Mrs Smith. I do feel sorry for myself.” Then, Marianne thought that her words came out wrong that it had made her look more pathetic than she wanted it to be. So, to justify her words, she said “Well, you know that I have been cooped up inside the castle most of the time, so a da
“Cole is one of those narcissistic people, but he is also intelligent. He knows how to placate himself and bide his time to get what he wants. He would have not felt remorse after killing his best friend. However, the admiration or he might have thought that was more like a Godlike idolisation from Kenny, he doesn’t get it anymore.” Marianne continuously stares at Francois. “I’ve had this thought of what Kenny's situation was, but after you said it… Although, a tiny bit inside me doesn’t want to admit it, still I have to accept the fact that I was manipulated. I was a doctor, Kenny was an exemplary doctor. He should have known. Kenny should have seen the signs.” Marianne covers her face, feeling dejected. Francois pats her back. “You were very young then, and you have lost your parents. It’s understa