At the end of the day, Sylvain was a leading fashion designer. They had small talks during the journey that inspired Arianne. In the end, she felt that Sylvain sending her home was not such a bad idea.
Sylvain waved at her when they arrived outside the entrance to Tremont Estate. “See you tomorrow.”
She thanked him and quickly exited the vehicle.
Mary had seen all of this and strode forward with Aristotle in her arms. “Ari, who sent you home? That isn’t Mr. Tremont’s car.”
“A colleague,” Arianne replied casually.
Mary grew increasingly apprehensive. “A colleague? A male? I may not have much experience, but after working for the Tremonts for so many years, I can tell how expensive that car is. What colleague of yours could possibly drive such an expensive car? One look at that color, and you can just tell how unreliable he is. You should avoid him as much as possible. Why is a grown man driving a red car? Mr. Tremont won’t be happy if he finds out about this.”
Only after Mary’s nagging did Arianne realize that Mark did not seem to own any red cars in his garage. Was that the reason why Mary said men who drove red cars were unreliable? She could not help but laugh. “Mary, did you forget that Jackson drives a red car? Is Jackson a bad person?”
Knowing that Mark would not be home for dinner, Arianne thought they would only make one to two dishes. However, she was wrong. When Mary said, “I don’t want them to cook too much”, she meant the portion, not the type or number of dishes. There were seven to eight dishes, including soup. The portions were simply reduced to one serving. There was also Aristotle’s special baby food.
Mark finally arrived home at 10 PM.
Arianne had put Aristotle to bed and sat in the living room, working on a sketch as she waited for him to come home. The Tremont Estate was very quiet, and no one would bother her in the living room.
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