As they drew closer and closer together, Arianne completely surrendered. Her son would grow up someday, and the family of three wouldn’t be able to share a bed for too long. She didn’t want to lose this chance to stay close to Aristotle so soon. If she refused, Mark would really take him back to the baby’s room.
The next morning.
Arianne was woken by Mark and Aristotle. One was reminding her that it was time to leave, and the other stared hungrily at her, asking for milk.
She was still very drowsy when she fed her son. Mary carried him away after his morning feed, and she finally felt energized enough to get showered.
She wasn’t the drunkard last night, nor was she the one to exert herself, so why was she more exhausted than Mark? She grumbled under her breath when she saw how energized Mark looked, as if he was perfectly fine.
She put on some light makeup to avoid looking too tired. She had gotten her figure back after giving birth, and she could wear her old clothes again. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, feeling pleased. At least she, a full-time mother, did not look too sloppy. She wouldn’t be criticized if she stood next to Mark.
By the time she arrived downstairs, Mark was holding Aristotle and had been waiting for quite a while. She usually wore comfortable house clothes, which were easier for breastfeeding. Naturally, she wouldn’t need to put on makeup in the house. Mark’s eyes lit up when she arrived, all dressed up. “Why are you all dressed up?”
She felt mildly pleased. At least, she received his approval after putting in such hard work. “Why? Can’t I dress up? I’m ten years younger than you. I don’t want people thinking that we’re the same age. Let’s go. We can leave now.”
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