Jackson didn’t dare comment on the subject. “Well... You should probably ask Arianne. There’s no use in asking me. I won’t get involved in your affairs. Handle the outcome yourself. Arianne can hold a grudge. If I start something, just because of what I’ve said, she’ll remember it for life.”
Mark took a deep breath, got up, and went back to the bedroom. Aristotle was about to fall asleep but woke up when he heard Mark opening the door. Arianne felt helpless. “Why did you have to come in now? He was falling asleep, and now he’s awake again... My arms are sore.”
He glanced at her phone on the bed, walked forward, and said, “I’ll hold him. Let me put him to bed then.”
Arianne’s arms were very sore, so she gave Aristotle over to him and sat on the bed to rest.
After a while, Aristotle stopped moving. That meant that he was fast asleep. Mark did not put him down immediately. “I’ve heard that Will Sivan’s company is in financial trouble. Did you know?” he asked in a seemingly casual manner.
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