As they drew closer and closer together, Arianne completely surrendered. Her son would grow up someday, and the family of three wouldn’t be able to share a bed for too long. She didn’t want to lose this chance to stay close to Aristotle so soon. If she refused, Mark would really take him back to the baby’s room.
The next morning.
Arianne was woken by Mark and Aristotle. One was reminding her that it was time to leave, and the other stared hungrily at her, asking for milk.
She was still very drowsy when she fed her son. Mary carried him away after his morning feed, and she finally felt energized enough to get showered.
She wasn’t the drunkard last night, nor was she the one to exert herself, so why was she more exhausted than Mark? She grumbled under her breath when she saw how energized Mark looked, as if he was perfectly fine.
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