All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 861 - Chapter 870

“Aww, I guess I got it wrong, then. But, really, an accusation like that? You didn’t cross me or anything, and I’ve never looked for a fight. You’re a little too easily triggered,” Tiffany intoned, shrugging. “Anyway, aren’t you here because you were looking for Eric? Well, what’s keeping you? Get moving. We can’t be caught dead doing frivolous things during work, you know.”Vicky started toward Eric’s office furiously, her high heels stabbing the floor on every step. She slammed the door shut so hard, Eric jerked and asked, “What’s with you? Someone crapped in your popcorn?”She stomped her foot. “That Tiffany! A-And Tanya! They ganged up and shouted at me with this diatribe! What for? It’s not like I’ve triggered them or anything. Uuuurgggggh! Seriously, babe, you keep them around and give them jobs in your company and pay their wages, and this is how they repay you? Treating your girlfriend with that sort of nasty attitude? It’s like they don’t even realize that I’m their future Lad

“When you’re in love, your heart will race every time you see him. You’d immediately feel nervous,” Tiffany replied after some thought. “You have to be bold enough to take the first step, no matter what. If you like someone, you have to boldly pursue them. Maybe even resort to a few tactics too. There’s nothing shameless about it, as long as you don’t cross the line. Don’t worry, I’ll support you in everything you do. If you’ve truly found your objective, stop worrying and go after it.”“And what if I told you that my objective… is Jackson? Will you support me then?”Tanya’s question had taken Tiffany aback. She was momentarily unsure of how to answer her. Suddenly, Tanya giggled. “I’m just teasing. Did you really think that I was serious? But seriously, what would you do?”Tiffany secretly heaved a sigh of relief and treated it as a joke. “Hehe, if it really did happen, you could go ahead. You’d be considerably formidable if you managed to do it. I wouldn’t mind… We’ve broken up an

Jackson was rendered speechless. Why wasn’t anyone asking for his opinion? Was he invisible?After dinner, Jackson sent Tiffany and Tanya home. The trio had agreed to leave together tomorrow.…The next morning, at the Tremont Estate.Arianne changed into a black outfit, ready to go to the cemetery.Aristotle was still too small and had caught a flu; plus, it was raining outside. Hence, they decided against bringing him along. They left him at home in Mary’s care.Mark was dressed in a black suit too, which gave him a very stately air. The pair brought a bouquet of flowers and left the house. It was a two hour drive before they arrived at the cemetery.The dark clouds in the sky cast an eerie light over the cemetery. It was practically deserted, except for the old, bespectacled caretaker, who was reading today’s paper in a small hut.Arianne felt gloomy. It had been a long time since her grandmother’s death, and she was only visiting her now. She felt resentful and helpless at

Jackson pushed her onto the side of the bed. “I’ll massage it for you. Will that do? Why did you choose to walk around in high heels? It’s not healthy to wear heels too often.” He lifted her foot and placed it on his lap then carefully massaged it. He was pretty skilled.Tiffany stared at him calmly. “Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?”Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next t

“You women don’t make a lick of sense,” Mark grumbled. “Every other woman out there would dream of having your life, yet you keep wanting to play the life of an everyday person. Do you know just how many women out there are dying to live this comfortably without lifting a finger? I’m inclined to believe that you’re having all these thoughts precisely because there’s nothing else in life for you to fret about. Frankly, I’d like for you to spend your days caring for our son at home, sometimes going out shopping if you get bored, and waiting for me to come home around the evenings. In fact, I would very much rather you act like other housewives, frequenting beauty salons and being patrons of luxury shops instead of being obsessed with going out to work.”Arianne lost her patience. “But that isn’t what I want. I never wanted that at all! You can’t control how I live or limit what I can do just because we’re married! I don’t want to live the rest of my life in this unhappy stupor, Mark. Th