Chapter 19 Personally Taking Care Of Her

“Woken up?” The man closed his laptop and looked up at her. “Mm…” Arianne wanted to get up but even the slightest movement brought her a dull pain to her left shoulder. It was then that she recalled what happened. Mark Tremont went forward to check her wound. “Don’t move.” Arianne stayed obediently whilst the pressing urge from her lower abdomen made her incredibly awkward. She wanted to go to the washroom but there was only Mark Tremont here and her mobility was compromised… Any minor movement would cause agony to her injury. As if noticing her unease, Mark Tremont asked, “Do you want to go to the washroom?” “Yeah…” Arianne Wynn blushed. Mark Tremont said nothing as he attentively helped her up, his gentleness was unlike his usual self. Even then, Arianne was still breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain. Crimson stained the bandage around her wound. Arianne had gone to the washroom half-carried by Mark Tremont. When his hand went towards her pants, she quickly said, “I’ll do it myself!” Stopping his action, Mark Tremont stared at her, putting Arianne on edge. “Can you… stay away for a bit?” Mark Tremont’s ‘stay away’ was simply facing away. Knowing that he would not leave, Arianne had a short-lived mental struggle before she maneuvered herself with her still mobile right arm. In spite of it, each movement, no matter how tiny, exacerbated her wound, especially when she bent down. Even the simplest action turned almost impossible. The blood that seeped from her wound had already dyed her patient gown red. When he heard no sound from behind, Mark Tremont turned around and frowned seeing Arianne’s crimson tainted gown. He pulled her pants down swiftly and turned around again. Sitting down on the toilet mortified, Arianne was unable to pee in peace despite feeling the urge. If there were a hole on the floor, she would have scrambled into it from feeling extremely flustered… Ultimately, shame became nothing but a fleeting emotion to Arianne after twenty long minutes. Returning to the bed, she buried herself into the blanket while Mark Tremont called for the doctor to treat her torn wound as if nothing happened. Two bodyguards came to send their meals around seven at night. Mark Tremont took the porridge to the bed before helping Arianne up. When she was securely propped up, he picked up the porridge to feed her. Not daring to reject him, Arianne ate carefully. The tonic in the porridge overpowered the food’s original mild taste but it was not horrible. She could tell that Mary made it. Arianne was rather fidgety, not used to Mark Tremont’s sudden care. “I… I can do it myself?” Mark Tremont looked at her coldly. Arianne looked down without another word, her long lashes casting a shadow on her face. For each day that Arianne Wynn stayed in the hospital, Mark Tremont stayed for the same amount of time and took care of her without leaving. He was still as stern and offish but somehow, she felt that something had changed… When Arianne went back to the Tremont Estate, she could now breathe in relief. At least, she did not have to be fed by him or be taken to the washroom under his watch… Arianne was grounded, to allow her to rest. She could not go to school, she even had to apply for a deferred exam as she would miss her mid-term. Mark Tremont was home early before the new year. Bodyguards held out an umbrella for him to keep the snow away. When he came in through the door, he smelled faintly of the cold breeze and frost, before it was melted away by the heater at home. Arianne was just coming down the stairs when their eyes met, parting gazes shortly after. Their meal was already served on the dining table when Mark Tremont came downstairs from his shower. A million thoughts ran through Arianne’s head as she was seated at the table. They had been conflict-free recently and she was subconsciously guarding the harmony as well, acting with caution. Recalling the unpleasant parting at night before the campus function, Arianne was thankful this accident happened. Otherwise, her fate would probably have ended up worse. The dishes on the dining table were supplemented with an abundant amount of tonic. This had gone on for a long time and Arianne was quite sick of it, but it was undeniable that she did look much better. Her complexion was suppler too, now that she was not out in the harsh wind or sun. There was even color in her cheeks, her already fair complexion made her look fresh and glowing. Unknown to Arianne, Mark Tremont kept his eyes on her when she focused on eating. Distinguishing that she had grown more feminine from her previous frail look, a hardly detectable smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was the first to finish his meal, standing up to head upstairs. “Come to my room after you’re done.”