Just as Mark was about to leave, Arianne smilingly carried little Smore towards him. “Say bye bye to daddy.”
Mark stared at the traces of milk on the corners of his son’s lips, and his jealousy grew. He never would have expected to be defeated by such a small thing in the end. “I’m coming home early for dinner tonight.”
Arianne detected the hidden meaning behind his words and blushed. “Hurry. Brian’s been waiting for a very long time.”
Mark stared challengingly at Aristotle before he left, kissing Arianne on the cheek as if showing off. Almost as if he knew what his father had meant, Aristotle turned around and tried to suckle on his mother’s breast. Mark’s face immediately blackened. He turned around and left, refusing to look back. He would make his son pay for his first-ever attack!
White Water Bay Villa.
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