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.”
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