Eric shook his head. “Don’t know. You can tell this to someone else and bluff them, but lying to your bros? Do we not know who you are? Other than being a womanizer, you don’t have any weakness. Women around you are either your relatives or your lovers.”
Jackson smiled without saying anything back. When he heard glass shatter in the kitchen, he jolted. “You guys talk, I’ll go check it out.”
When Jackson left, Eric whispered to Mark, “Do we want to let sis-in-law know? This is her best friend. What do you think?”
Mark kept quiet, showing his disinterest in the matter. Not willing to give up, Eric fished out an exquisite box of cigarettes and passed it over. “Want one?”
Looking at the cigarette offered to him, Mark hesitated for a second before rejecting Eric decisively. “I don’t smoke.”
Eric teased him. “Oh ho ho, have you really quit? Yeah right, as if I believe that. Arianne isn’t here, so no need to pretend.”
Perhaps it was for the weak ego of a man, for Mark took a cigarette and lit it in front of the window. The riverside view was picturesque. The White Waters Bay was truly a serene location.
Despising Tiffany’s clumsiness, Jackson asked her to just take a break. When she got to the living room, she saw Eric and Mark. “Ari isn’t here? You should’ve asked her to come along too.”
Mark was stunned for a split second, not having thought of it, as it was usually the three of them gathering and talking about everything. It was not really suitable for a woman to be around. Arianne was not at ease with such situations in the past too. Now that he was reminded of this, Mark hesitated.
Taking in the man’s silence, Tiffany tried to persuade him. “Call her and ask her to come. The more the merrier. I’m here too, and I’ll be bored otherwise.”
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