Once Tiffany had driven away, Mark turned around and asked Arianne, “What outfit has she bought for you? Why do you have to wear it at night?”
Arianne was too bashful to show her face. “Nothing. Stop asking.”
Mark was never one to wait for an answer from someone else’s lips. He pulled out the outfit, intending on finding out. When he had a clearer view of the outfit, he couldn’t help blushing then stuffing it back into its packaging.
At night, when Aristotle had fallen asleep, Mark pulled out the outfit. “Could you put this on?”
“No way!” Arianne objected bluntly. “Don’t tell me you’re into this sort of thing too!”
He inched closer towards her. “It wouldn’t hurt to try…”
She had ten thousand refutations in her mind but yielded after he wore her down.
She clearly noticed Mark’s Adam’s apple quiver. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
Tonight, she was destined for another bumpy ride.
…
Ayashe, Lark Mansion.
Jett checked the luggage again. “Mm. We’re ready.”
Melanie walked towards the window and turned her back to him. “I won’t be sending you off.”
Alejandro paused, walked towards her, then reached out and pulled her into his arms from behind. “I will definitely be with you when you deliver the baby. Since you like it here, stay then.”
Melanie didn’t respond. She could never discern the level of sincerity in his gentleness.
The plane landed in the capital at 12AM. They were met at the airport by staff members. Once Jett had put the luggage into the car boot, Alejandro said, “Go home, Jett. I’ll give you two days off. Go home and see Tanya and the baby.”
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