Mark walked closer toward her again, reached out, and pinched Aristotle’s ear. “I wanted to create a perfect and romantic atmosphere too, but your body was very honest. You refused to show any reaction at all, no matter how much I tried to entice you. What does that mean? It means that you weren’t in the mood for our date at all.”
Arianne was indignant from his false accusation. “It’s because you had such a sullen face for the entire night. I panicked. How could I possibly have the mood for anything else? You made it look like I was actually in the wrong. You’re unreasonable and petty! I wasn’t sickened with you when I came back from seeing Aery, was I? So you’re upset, just because I accidentally ran into Will?”
Aristotle pulled Mark’s hand away in protest, and Mark did not continue their conversation. “Come downstairs for breakfast when you’re done with feeding him. I’ll take you to the office later.”
On the way to the office, Tiffany sent Arianne an ill-timed message: ‘How was last night? Did your romantic fantasy come to life?’
Arianne saw how Mark was completely focused on driving and wasn’t paying her any attention. She quickly sent her reply: ‘What fantasy? I ran into Will last night, and he saw it. So he sulked at me for the entire night.’
Tiffany’s focus was immediately drawn away by the subject of Will: ‘Will’s back? Damn, he didn’t tell me. What a waste of our good relationship during our college years. I’m going to make him pay. You should stuff a pacifier into that crybaby’s mouth. So petty.’
Arianne looked at Mark and silently agreed with Tiffany. He was a crybaby—the kind that would explode into a fit of rage without warning!
She stepped forward and sat on his lap. “Will is back. I haven’t seen him in a while, so I want to have a meal with him. He, Arianne, and I were the best of friends back in college. We were a solid trio. He’s finally back. What’s wrong with meeting him? Give me the day off, okay?”
Jackson raised his brow. “You’d better see Will on your own. You’d better not drag Arianne into this. There’s going to be trouble if Mark finds out. Furthermore… Your belly has grown so big, I’m worried. So if you’re going, I’m coming with you.”
“How is my belly an inconvenience?” Tiffany whined. “I’m only a few months pregnant. What’s with the trouble? If that’s the case, what about those women who are close to giving birth? How do you think they’re going to live? Their bellies are bigger than mine. Besides, you and Will aren’t close. Won’t it be awkward for you to come along? Stay out of it. I can go on my own.”
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