All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 1591 - Chapter 1600

A smile shadowed Mark’s lips. He reached out and ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry, I’ve washed. Sorry for the troubles and for forcing you to put up with my stench the entire night,” he said. “I’m going to the Tower now, and you go back to sleep, okay? You can sleep until you’re all freshened up for work. I’ll discount it from being tardy.”Seeing his gentle smile dispelled the sleepy haze in Arianne’s head. How long had it been since he last smiled like this? A thick smog of gloom had been shrouding his mien for days that now, seeing him talking to her this early in the morning felt like a miracle.Arianne watched Mark going into their changing room before sitting up on her bed. She shook her still groggy head, suspecting herself to be dreaming.Mark came out of the room, changed, and saw Arianne sitting on the bed. “Oh no, did I wake you up?” he said gently. “You can go back to sleep. I’ll be going right away.”She shook her head again and spread her arms wide.For a moment, Mark

After dinner, Arianne and Mark watched Alejandro and Melanie leave. She entwined her arms with his before commenting, “You know, Alejandro’s pretty forgiving, isn’t he? If he’s really the sort to hold grudges, it wouldn’t have been remotely as easy to put this case behind us.”Mark, however, still could not bring himself to say anything nice about Alejandro. “Hmph. His misfortune is none of my fault. Unlike Jackson’s case with Seaton, his is several leagues more embarrassing. For the record, he lost to my aunt, who doesn’t even know any martial arts,” he sneered.A rather harsh remark to make, but Arianne had to admit that it was not wrong. Alejandro had gibed and mocked Jackson despite his plight back then, only to have his bum served by a woman a few months later. Could there be any stronger proof that karma exists?While the two were in the car, Arianne asked half-jokingly, “You like daughters better, don’t you?”“No. Sons are good,” Mark denied.Arianne was not buying it. “The

Mark furrowed his eyebrows so slightly that it was nigh undetectable. “I'm going to shower.”By the time he had gone into the bathroom, Arianne finally realized the gaffe she made; there had been an element of insinuation. But of course, aside from Mark, Shelly had no relatives to care for her. Besides, it might even be a bad look for Mark if he cared too little about the only surviving relative he had.Even if he “cared” a little too much that it chaffed Arianne, her disgruntlement would only distress Mark. In truth, she had no other choice but to silently bear their current arrangement.The very next day, Mark left for the hospital early in the morning. Arianne had to hail an uber to work.Sylvain, ostensibly due to an urgent matter, was searching frantically for Mark. When he found him absent in his office, he turned to Arianne and asked, “Hey, where’s Mr. Tremont? It’s a bit too early for the Big Boss to not be here, isn’t it? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him around that

Arianne clenched her teeth before unclenching them. “Giddy?! Would you have been giddy if it was your father?” she bristled coldly. “News flash, before his untimely death, the Wynns were no less of a family with high standing, too. What proof do you even have to claim that I was ever after the Tremonts’ wealth?!”Hearing the lividity in Arianne’s voice, Shelly’s lips quivered into a pleased smirk. “Aww, you mad? And here I thought that after clinging to Mark for so long, his nature would have rubbed on you a little. You know, not wearing your heart on your sleeve like him? But who knew you’d break oh-so-easily?” she jeered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but right now, there are only two people in this room—you and me. One of the murderers who killed your father is sitting right before you. So, what are you going to do? You know you can do whatever you please… There’s no one to stop you.”At the height of her rage, Arianne turned around to face Shelly and smiled. “Oh, what’s this?

Mark watched her figure vanish out of the door, frowning. That was not Arianne’s usual attitude; he knew her well enough to know that. That was an aberrant behavior.Things would have been so simple if Shelly were just his aunt—if only. But she was more than that, unfortunately.Arianne was not the type to throw tantrums however she liked, so Mark dared not take this lightly. After a brief calculation, Mark decided that Arianne was more important than the other party, so he gave Shelly a call. “Something else came up at home, so I can’t go to your place today,” he explained. “But I’ll send someone to fix your heater later. All you have to do is to open the door for them.”Shelly was seething, but she had to belie it with faux understanding and consideration. “Oh, that’s totally understandable. The repairman will do! By the way, tomorrow is a Saturday, isn’t it? You’re free, aren’t you? Because I miss Smore. Can you bring him over to have lunch with me?”Mark demurred for about two