He stopped and stared at them for a long time before speaking up. “Arianne, come here.”
Arianne turned towards him. A hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes. It had been a while since he called her by her full name. He had always called her “Ari”. Feelings were so easily changeable.
Aristotle was the first to pelt himself into Mark’s arms. Arianne walked towards him. “What is it?”
“Has Will paid you back?” Mark asked.
She lifted her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mm, I’ve asked him to transfer it to your bank account.”
He pursed his lips in silence. No one could tell what was on his mind. Arianne smiled. “I’m going to check on dinner. Play with Smore for a while.”
He frowned as he watched her go downstairs as if everything was completely fine. Perhaps he had been overreacting on this matter, but he couldn’t control himself. He could try and let go of the fact that Will and Arianne had once been in love, but every time they had any semblance of an interaction, he couldn’t keep calm.
Arianne carefully fed Aristotle during dinner but didn’t touch her own food for a long time. Since it was summer, the air-conditioning in the house was at full blast. Her food would be cold soon.
“Let him learn to feed himself,” Mark suggested. “His hands and legs seem to have good coordination, and he seems smarter than most kids his age.”
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