Arianne found it both frustrating and funny. She had been wondering what had happened between her and Smore, so Mark had been the problem all along. She seemed to recall that she had not fed Smore his milk last night. Mark had secretly used the reserved milk to feed Smore, right? How did he not find it tedious! Smore had been brainwashed by his father’s nonsense!
She furiously stormed into the room. Smore was shocked by the sudden loud noise. His eyes stared at her innocently, his lips curved. Arianne did not have the time to care for Smore and immediately rushed up and grabbed a pillow before slamming it onto Mark. “How could you! I knew I shouldn’t have left Smore with you for the night! I had never known you to be so cunning?!” she said.
Mark saw that he had been exposed and said with a straight face, “I’m just worried that he’s too attached to you, and you’d be exhausted because of it. My methods may not have been right, but at least the result’s the same, right? Look, I’m putting him to sleep with heated up reserve milk. There’s no need for you to bother yourself with this, so you can sleep soundly until tomorrow, right? Don’t you feel your burdens being lightened?”
Arianne was speechless. If his motives for gaining dominance weren’t so obvious, she might have actually believed his nonsense. She took a few deep breaths before she could forcefully calm herself down and said, “You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight, now get out of my sight!”
Mark persevered with a wry smile. “I don’t want to.”
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