“Sir, it was on the way anyway. Why didn’t you drop her off? You embarrassed such a young girl,” Mary teased in the car.
“She brought it onto herself,” Mark replied indifferently. “No one is allowed to flaunt special treatment in front of me. She’s old enough to know how to avoid awkward situations and how to avoid embarrassment. I am her boss, not her father. It is not my obligation to shelter her from rain.”
Then, his attitude changed as he said, “Brian, stop by Ari’s office. It’s raining and she has probably forgotten to bring an umbrella. Pick her up and we’ll go home together.”
Brian grunted in reply and steered the car into a different direction. Mary kept quiet, but she was actually elated. There was nothing concerning about a man being hit on by a bevy of girls outside his home. The most important thing of all was that he had the ability to remain in control. Mark wasn’t gallant enough, but he was certainly loyal to Arianne.
Mark gave Arianne a call when he arrived at her office downstairs. Arianne had stayed at the office due to the heavy rain. She had initially planned on waiting for the rain to die down before leaving. He had arrived just in time.
Mark had shifted to the front seat by the time she arrived and left her with space in the back seat.
Aristotle opened his arms, babbling away and demanding for Arianne to hold him before she could properly seat herself. He immediately wiggled himself into her arms. She had been exhausted from a full day at work, but it all disappeared when she saw Aristotle. “Have you been a good boy with daddy, Smore? Did you miss mommy?”
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