Arianne did not keep him. “Be careful while driving.”
“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, I will,” Mark fumbled in his reply, his mind still preoccupied with the plagiarism scandal. “You should head into the house now. Smore, say bye bye to Daddy.”
An entire day of hijinks had taken most of the young boy’s energy out of his system. Now, he languidly hung from Arianne’s shoulder and waved half-heartedly, not having even enough strength to say goodbye.
By the time Mark returned to the Tremont Estate, Shelly had already gone back to sleep. Curiously, she did not stay up to wait for him like she usually did.
It was such a novel behavior for Shelly, but Mark ultimately judged it as a good thing. At the very least, he was clear from yet another fight with her for the night.
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