A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1253

After that, Mark finally returned to his senses. He turned around to discover Aristotle standing next to him, tugging on his shirt. He called out in faintly discernible pronunciations, “Papa! Papa!” Upon seeing this, the frosty expression on Mark’s face melted away and was replaced with a gentle expression. He scooped Aristotle into his arms. “Why are you looking for me? Dinner will be ready soon. Are you hungry?”

Aristotle suddenly wrapped his arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him on the cheek, leaving trails of saliva on his face. Mark was surprised. “You’re rarely so affectionate to me. Did you drink spoiled milk today? You’re acting out of character.”

The corners of Arianne’s lips twitched. “It’s not that. He just drank milk, and his mouth hasn’t been wiped clean. He couldn’t stand it so he wiped his mouth on your face. There’s a stain on your shirt as well.”

Mark’s expression darkened immediately. “And I was wondering what’s wrong with him. Forget it. You’re my son so I’ll forgive you just this once.”

After dinner, Mark took Aristotle to play in the courtyard. He had built a small playground to entertain Aristotle. Slides, swings, it had everything. The courtyard was previously empty. They finally put it to good use.