She didn’t want to go through this looking glass. She didn’t want to feel awkward, so she had no choice but to play the fool and act as if she didn’t understand him at all. “This is between you and Mark Tremont. It’s none of my business. However, it would be different if you picked a fight with Arianne. I’d cut you with a knife,” she said jokingly.
Alejandro chuckled. “Hehe… I know. I won’t.”
The Tremont Estate.
Mark finally felt more relaxed once he had arrived back at home. All of his exhaustion at the office melted away when he laid eyes on Arianne and his son.
The little one had just had his milk and was fully energized. He cooed and gurgled, as if he were chatting away. Mark looked at his son and walked upstairs to take a shower, as usual.
“Mary, do you think, perhaps, he doesn’t like babies?” Arianne murmured.
Mary disagreed. “Why would you say that? He hasn’t been holding little Aristotle too often, but isn’t that because he’s been too busy with work? Everything Mr. Tremont earns belongs to the both of you. Stop imagining things.”
Arianne curled her lips. “Smore has barely been home for two days, yet he doesn’t seem to appreciate it. The first thing he does when he comes home? Goes upstairs for a shower, as usual, instead of holding the baby. Why is he such a germaphobe? There’s bacteria in the air too. He might as well stop breathing.”
He handed Aristotle back to Arianne with a vexed look on his face. “Don’t know, he won’t even let me kiss him.”
Arianne glanced at the light beard stubble on his face, then smacked him on the chest. “Shave your damned beard properly! If that doesn’t work, get a new shaver. You must have prickled the baby. Otherwise, he’d be a good boy. He never cries after having his milk.”
Mark touched his chin suspiciously and realized that it did seem rather prickly. “Dinner first. We’ll talk about this later tonight. I’m exhausted.”
The exhaustion in his eyes was real enough. Arianne wasn’t really blaming him anyway. “You should hurry up and eat then. Get a good night’s rest once you’re done. Naya has sent the accounts for the dessert shop, so I’ll have to take a look at them. She couldn’t make it to Aristotle’s one month celebration because she was too busy! It’s such a shame... It’s been so long since I’ve last seen her.”
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