His tone was a little harsh. Arianne was in shock. “I-I... Why do I have to always stay home and take care of the baby? You’ve been so busy everyday because of the issues at work that we rarely ever get to see you. I was just trying to share your burden. In this house, no one is confined to just one job, just like how you take care of Smore too when you have the time. Why can’t I share the burden? I don’t think I’m surrendering at all, and my dignity certainly hasn’t been swept under the rug. The problem is solved. Isn’t that a good thing?”
Mark’s emotions were slightly unhinged. “Forget it. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Don’t concern yourself with these issues anymore.”
Arianne did not expect this reaction from him. She had considered the possibility of getting exposed, but it still made her feel uncomfortable. She never intended on being a good little housewife. She had done this for him. Did he have to display such a big reaction? Was ego that important to men? Besides, there was no need to split hairs over this issue.
“Ari, Mr. Tremont tends to have a bad temper sometimes. He’s probably too exhausted,” Mary carefully consoled. “Don’t mind him. He’ll definitely try to cheer you up once he’s in a better mood. Don’t be angry, or you’ll delectate. What if you run out of milk? Aristotle still needs your breast milk, you know.”
Arianne didn’t answer. She was feeling disgruntled. She refused to sleep in their room, as she was still sulking. She took Aristotle and slept in the baby room instead. He could sulk on his own! What’s the worst that could happen? They would simply ignore each other. She could take it!
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