All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 1201 - Chapter 1210

Mark stared at her for a few seconds. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I gave to Brian?”Arianne pursed her lips. “What’s there to ask? It’s most likely money. Although you seem cool on the outside, you’re actually quite nice to the people around you, especially those who have been with the Tremonts for many years like Brain, Mary and Henry. Brian’s expenses are going to shoot up and become much higher than they used to. The moment he decides to get married, he’s going to have to figure out how he’s going to buy a house and other problems; he’s going to have to spend money constantly. Therefore, apart from money, I can’t imagine what else you could give him. Now that he’s got half a family now, you should readjust his working hours instead of asking him to be on standby 24/7. Mark grinned. “I’ve already discussed with him about his working hours, and he has agreed to it. Also, giving him money would seem too common; plus, he wouldn’t accept it even if I gave it to him. It would be t

After a second’s worth of hesitation, she chose to trust him. She was surprised that he was still in the country. This was a merciful stroke of luck in her misfortune. She amplified the sound on her phone and hurriedly followed the road ahead. The street lights cast a long shadow on her figure. The sound of her high heels clicking against the ground seemed particularly sudden. Every moment seemed to drum heavily into her heart. She forced herself to act tough, too afraid to turn around. Her eyes glistened with tears. “I’m walking. Where are you?”Based on the current state of their relationship, she wasn’t sure of what else to say aside from asking him where he was.Sylvain seemed to be driving. He quickly answered, “I’m close.”His voice echoed through the phone, piercing through the quiet night and providing her with a strange sense of assurance. Only then did she realize how good it was to hear his voice, clear and rife with magnetism.After more than ten minutes, which was fu

She stepped into Sylvain’s villa once again. “Jessica gave me this place when I represented the company in a competition and won first place. I accepted it, not because I liked being someone’s boy toy, but because the benefits I’d given Jessica exceed this house. My conscience was clear, so I accepted it.”Robin walked to the couch and sat down. “Do you… have feelings for Jessica?” She had been wanting to ask this question, ever since she found out about his relationship with Jessica.Sylvain eyed her for a good measure of time. “Do you want to know?”His gaze made her feel very uncomfortable. “I… I was just making conversation. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”Sylvain walked to the bar and opened up a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and gave it to her. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, and there’s nothing to avoid talking about either. I used to admire her. It was many years ago. Everyone has delusions of love in their youth. Some are lucky enough

Arianne shook her head helplessly and returned to her seat. Robin’s relationship with Sylvain was still considered vaguely above average. Sylvain’s future was now considered bleak after everything he had been through. She wasn’t sure of what to make of Robin’s relationship with Sylvain. She would simply play by ear.Mark picked her up after work that evening. The pair headed to the hospital with a bag full of fruits. As she had expected, Tiffany was in too much pain to get down from bed. She had suffered worse than she did. She was supposed to get down from bed the next day after surgery. The amount of IV fluids she had received meant that she had to go to the toilet a few times. Tiffany would wail and howl whenever she had to go to the toilet. Her cries made Jackson, who had to support her along the way, break out into cold sweat.Tiffany burst into tears when she saw that Arianne and Mark had arrived. “Arianne,” she sobbed. “I should have listened to you and chosen natural birth in

Arianne instinctively shot Mark a glance. Honestly, Arianne was not quiet by nature—before eight years old, her childhood was one of joy and rambunctious guffaws, especially when she was playing with her friends. The only reason why she became so quiet was that Mark influenced her that way. In other words, Smore was quiet because he followed his father’s trait, and as the baby grew, the resemblance became unmistakable.At night, as the two laid down side by side, Arianne asked, “Have you always been this icy and stoic since you were a kid, Mark Tremont? ‘Cause Smore’s acting quite like you when you were a kid, isn’t he?”Mark pinched the bridge of her nose. “What did you just call me? For some reason, hearing it makes me miffed.”She slapped his hand away. “I called you by your name, duh! Isn’t that a normal thing to do? You can’t possibly expect me to call you ‘honey’ at the drop of a hat, right? Come on, you’re not really gonna fixate on the terms I use to call you, right? What el