Arianne was speechless.
Arianne helped cover Aristotle’s tracks by disposing of the shirt before Mark was finished with work so Mark would not yell at him when he saw it. Mark was already in a bad mood after his documents were destroyed, it would not take much for him to lose his temper. Mark had a lot of clothes so he probably would not notice.
It was soon proven that Arianne had been too optimistic. Aristotle had access to the shirt he had doodled on because Mark had laid it on the bed beforehand because he was planning to wear it tomorrow.
As soon as Mark returned to the room, the first thing he asked was about his shirt. “Where’s my shirt? I plan to wear it tomorrow.”
Arianne wanted to insist that she had not seen it but chickened out in the end. She mustered up her courage and said, “Smore doodled all over it. We couldn’t get the stains out so we threw it away. He’s your son, don’t be angry. You have money, we can always get a new one.”
Mark rubbed his brows. “I… honestly give up. Smore is asleep now, isn’t he? I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed. Find a suitable shirt for me. I have a wedding to attend tomorrow. You don’t have to go, I have to go back to the office in the afternoon.”
Arianne did not like those kinds of events anyway so she was fine. However, she, naturally, would not allow him to bring another woman. “I won’t go. But... no one else is tagging along with you, right?”
Mark did not know if he should laugh or cry. He reached out and tapped her nose. His eyes were brimming with indulgence. “What are you thinking? Since you’re not going, who else am I gonna take with me? I’m going alone. I’m going to go to bed now.”
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