Arianne was warmed to her core, but she remained unaffected on the surface. “Meh, it’s alright. You make way more of a mess out of me than Smore, a baby, ever could,” She intoned. “Come back soon, why won’t you?”
Unfortunately, Arianne’s word choice invited misinterpretation. To Mark, the takeaway was that his wife was miffed by him neglecting her for half a month. Hence, when he saw that no one was around, he leaned close to her ears and breathed, “Hmm. That might just be what I’ll do tonight. We’ll kick Smore into his bedroom so that his Mommy and Daddy can have some privacy. Just you wait.”
Arianne’s face turned as bright as a tomato. “Wait! T-That’s not what I meant!”
He smirked. “Oh, that was exactly what you meant. Don’t play coy.”
Arianne watched him hurriedly strutting away, the corner of her lips slightly quivering.
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