All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 1551 - Chapter 1560

What could she possibly not dare to say? Arianne casually said, “You can tell me if you want to. I’m listening. There couldn’t be anything that you wouldn’t dare to say. I’m sure it’s nothing terrible, is it? I truly hope that you’d feel better with a peace of mind once you’ve gotten rid of everything from your chest. Frankly, you’ve got a really strange personality—you’re truly kind and sweet when you’re in a good mood, but anyone would have to be very careful around you when you’re in a bad mood.”Shelly shook her head. “Alright, enough of this. Mark brought me to the hospital for my checkup and to get an X-ray scan this morning. He should be retrieving the report this afternoon. I really hope that my leg will heal, or otherwise, I can only rely on Mark to carry me around for the rest of my life. I don’t want to become a burden to him.Mark returned home with Shelly’s report in his hands after 1 PM. He headed straight to his bedroom with a dark expression and asked Arianne to follo

Shelly was dumbstruck. “What, that bastard’s made some impressive name for himself already? Why else wouldn’t he be seduced by the sheer wealth and power of Tremont Enterprise, huh?” she questioned. “Do the two of you talk to each other sometimes? Maybe you should invite him to dinner and let me check him out.”Arianne was at a loss of what to say, but Mark saved her from answering altogether. “It’s fine. We aren’t exactly good buddies.”How would Shelly react after knowing Mr. Tremont’s supposititious son went on to become Alejandro Smith, who now also possessed shares in Tremont Enterprise? One thing was for sure—she would be very, very miffed. The entire event would still be too convoluted to expatriate even if Arianne or Mark tried.Thankfully, Shelly did not insist on her idea. “Fine, then. I hate the bastard just for existing, anyway, so maybe it’s better if I don’t see his face. He’s a living reminder of that disgusting affair between your father and some wild, uninhibited wo

Mark could hear the undertone in Arianne’s question and held her gaze. “If there’s something you’d like to suggest, then say it out front, please,” he stated candidly. “Ever since Aunt Shelly’s accident, I’ve been bogged down by not just work but also her recovery. I could spare no more energy to postulate if that incident were a ploy or an accident or God-knows-what-else. The way I see it, the whole thing has the hallmarks of a typical freak accident, and isn’t that what these things are wont to do? Misfortune is a lottery sometimes. We can’t start suspecting that everything in the world is out to get us just because something like that happened once or twice before. Being overtly allergic like that can’t be good.”Arianne sighed quietly. “It’s Melanie. She called me moments earlier, and I think she wanted to bring this to attention. So, I brought it up to you; that’s all there is to it. If you really lack the time, then you don’t have to investigate this, okay? We’ll let bygones be

By evening, Mark returned home to Shelly waiting by the door with her cane. She smoothly tucked Mark’s hair—blown astray by the breeze—into place. “You’re gonna wanna take a bath, right? Go quickly, dinner’s waiting.”Mark was still unaccustomed to Shelly’s affectionate gesture. In reply, he hummed uneasily and hurried upstairs.Arianne watched their interaction, unperturbed. The only thing she was thinking about was how excessively Shelly doted on him. Honestly, Arianne was a little jealous of Mark having an aunt who loved him this much.It was time for dinner. Everyone was having medium-rare steaks, Arianne noticed to her dismay, except Smore, who had tender, well-done steak.She was not a fan of steaks with any pink in their middle. The longer she looked at her pinkish slab, the more her appetite waned. Arianne found steaks any less than well-done to be too gross to eat, but another part of her insisted that she should not waste food by throwing it away. In the end, she decided

Mark was at the verge of a breakdown. “Please, Aunt Shelly, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, please stop crying! I shouldn’t have worded it that way, alright? It’s my fault. Stress from work caught up to me, so I sounded harsher than I really meant. But really… I just want you to stop attacking Arianne for once, please?”Everything he said had been for Arianne! The longer Shelly listened to him, the livider she became. She cast her voice as far into the direction of the dining hall as she could, shouting, “You heard that, Arianne Wynn?! You must feel soooo pleased with yourself, don’t you? No matter how much hell you put him through, no matter how much you plot against him, he’s completely head-over-heels for you! Everything he says to me has been nothing but a defense of you! Look at him, tell me you don’t feel a single stab in your conscience!”Mark’s hand shot straight to his forehead, rubbing his temples as the headache assaulted him. Christ, women were a different beast from even the