All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 1581 - Chapter 1590

The more Mary acted this way, the more uncanny everything felt. Then, Arianne examined the entire house and found that every single one of Shelly’s belongings—her suitcase and other things—were gone. Someone even drove her car out of the garage.There were only two possible explanations for this. Maybe Shelly was found and Mark sent her somewhere else to stay, so all of her things were transferred away. Alternatively, Shelly was dead, and a grieving Mark could not bear to look at the things she left.Arianne was more inclined to believe the former than the latter. Shelly might be a little loco in the head, but she was not delirious. In fact, she had proven herself to be quite clever and lucid. A woman like that just didn't seem the type to accidentally kill herself just because she’d ventured into the world on her own for a few days. But if that were the case, then why would Mark hide that information from Arianne? Why would he refuse to say anything?Arianne decided to feign ignora

Arianne gave Robin a sweet smile. “I trust you. You know what they say, ‘don’t air your dirty laundry in public’, so let’s not air mine out, alright? Anyway, come on. We gotta get back to the office now. We’re technically playing hooky by being here at work hours.”Soon after the two returned to Tremont Tower while Arianne crossed into her workstation, Sylvain halted her with news. “Mr. Tremont came back a while ago; dude’s been looking for you. Since you weren’t around, he asked me to tell you to meet him in his office when you’re back,” he said. “Er, heads-up? He looks kinda pissed. You guys… aren’t fighting again, are you?”Arianne pouted. “We weren’t, but God knows if that’s going to last for long. Anyway, I’ll go now.”What if Mark was reluctant to have Arianne visit Shelly? Maybe this would become the fuse that started a new fight between them.Before she entered Mark’s office, she knocked politely, pushing the door open only after hearing Mark’s vocal invitation from inside.

Complimenting someone’s child for their good looks was a surefire way to delight their parents. Beaming, Melanie regarded her daughter for a good long while before remarking, “Millie’s a lil’ cinnamon roll, alright, but only her lips seem to have come from me. Other features came from someone else… I wonder, are those from Alex’s old look?”Instinctively, Arianne stole a spying glance at Alejandro. He was feeding Millie with his head lowered close to the girl, having appeared to miss the women’s conversation. Of course, that was an affectation. Anyone huddling around the dinner table definitely heard them.Melanie was aware that it was a sensitive topic to tread, but her curiosity over Alejandro’s past look—when he was Ethan—overtook her. Hence, she followed up with the question. “Alex, do you have your old photos with you? I, um, would love to see them—”“No,” he rebuffed flatly.Arianne furtively tugged on Melanie’s sleeve and shot her a meaningful glance.After the dinner, Aria

The office was quiet enough for Arianne to overhear Ursula from the other end. “Oh, I know you’re working, silly! Did you see the desserts and coffee I bought you? Bon appetite! I bought an extra set for Mrs. Tremont too. I sure hope she enjoys them!”So, these were from Sylvain’s mother—and by her own admission, she had not bought anything for poor Robin.It was a loaded gift to accept. Arianne felt like she finally understood the discomfort Robin felt whenever she was with Sylvain’s mother.Sylvain set the desserts and coffee aside with a quick shove as soon as he hung up. “Goddamn it. It’s like she can’t just let peace be,” he murmured. “God knows why she decided to trespass here early in the morning. What, life’s not troublesome enough for her?”Arianne thought for a moment. “I’m not used to having confectionery and coffee this early in the day, but Robin would probably appreciate them. I’m gonna give her mine,” she said. “Besides, we girls planned to have dinner and shopping t

Instead of heeding her, Mark froze into place like a statue.Arianne ignored him and turned her attention back to her stuff before taking a shower. She re-emerged after she was done to the sight of him sitting by the edge of their bed, his head hung and his mind lost in thoughts.Emotions as nebulous as the fog shrouded his visage. It was hard to make out what could be on his mind.She climbed into their bed and laid down. “Switch off the light, please. I’m going to sleep.”He reached out to the bedside lamp and clicked it off. Amid the ensuing darkness, he said morosely, “I’m sorry. I don’t intend to keep secrets from you, but it’s just… I don’t know how to even say it. Many things have happened recently and I… I’m just so tired.”Arianne closed her eyes, but sleep was leaving her. “I know you are, and I want to empathize with your anguish. But you’re not giving me the chance to do that at all, Mark. The only thing I can do is to listen. I want to help. I want to take up some of