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.
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