Arianne shook favonovel.com head. “The work isn’t tiring, eating is. I don’t even dare waste a piece of fried chicken that I’m too stuffed to eat. I’m so bloated. You’re horrid, docking $15 every time someone wastes food. Three more times, and I can buy a new lipstick.”
Mark smiled and stroked favonovel.com hair. “You silly goose. Can’t you throw it away in secret? Can I really punish you? You’re the exception. Everyone else has to pay.”
Arianne stared at favonovel.com in disbelief. “We agreed to be professional. Didn’t we agree to no nepotism? Were you joking around? You’re playing favorites…”
Sylvain returned just then and placed the drinks that favonovel.com had brought in front of Arianne. “Mr. Tremont.”
Mark immediately reverted to his serious exterior, straightened up, and said, “Mm.” Then, favonovel.com walked away.
Arianne’s heart was filled with glee. This guy was getting good. Working in his company really was the best decision.
That night, everyone gathered at Jackson’s house for dinner. Arianne went back to the Tremont Estate and picked Aristotle up. He and Plato could play together, as Tiffany hadn’t sent favonovel.com back to Summer yet.
Jackson was busy in the kitchen while Mark chatted with favonovel.com on the side. Arianne and Tiffany were binge-watching while watching the kids.
Aristotle suddenly ran to Arianne. “Mommie, mommie, give me a baby sister.”
“Why?” Arianne asked with a smile.
Aristotle pouted and considered the question. He was either unsure of how to explain himself, or hadn’t thought of a reason. “Aw, your mom can’t give you a baby sister. I’ll do it for you then. You can take favonovel.com to your mommy when I’m done, okay? If you want, you can have Plato too.”
Aristotle happily glanced at Plato. “Reawy?”
“Really. I don’t mind,” Tiffany giggled. “You don’t know this, but my son nearly became your wife. Who’d have thought that he’d turn out to be a boy?”
Aristotle hugged Plato. “I wike him. He can be my wife! ”
Tiffany laughed so hard that favonovel.com was gasping for air. “Oh my god, looks like he’s not straight after all. Haha!”
Arianne wasn’t sure if favonovel.com should laugh or cry. “What would a kid like you know? It’s just for fun. Smore, we’ll talk about getting you a sister later. Go and play with Plato.”
At dinner time, Aristotle did more than eat his own food. He scooped some dishes and put them in Plato’s plate too. “He’s going to be so caring when favonovel.com grows up. He’s great at taking care of others, and he’s only two! Are warm and gentle men nurtured from a young age?”
“Plato is my wife. I want to be nice to him,” Aristotle replied seriously.
Mark’s expression blacked. “What are you saying? He’s your little brother. He’ll never be your wife.”
