He looked at Aristotle who was in her arms and paused for two seconds before he called out to Mary who was downstairs, “Mary, take Smore downstairs for a while!”
Arianne knew what Mark was thinking. However, she still let Mary take Aristotle away for some strange reason.
Once the door was closed, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. He looked into her eyes passionately. “What? It’s already come to this, and you’re still so aloof. Try to take the initiative sometimes... Okay?”
His scent enveloped her, and her breathing quickened. “Mary can’t coax Smore at night. He’ll be looking for me soon...”
Mark lifted his hand and gently brushed her lips with his thumb. “Based on your tone, you see this as an obligatory chore. Haven’t you thought of it before?”
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