Arianne bristled. “If you’re gonna behave like a dang animal again tonight, you… you’re officially a horndog!”
Mark was about to leave the bathroom when he stopped, turned around, and shot her a smug smirk. “Woof.”
That jerk! Why was it that even when he was imitating a dog, that woof leaving his lips just… hit differently? The way he said it with his irritatingly mesmerizing, dulcet voice, coupled with that perfect face, it was just….!
After finishing her preparation for work, Arianne descended the stairs and immediately caught a fleeting but familiar silhouette in her line of vision. Her expression instinctively darkened.
It was Shelly-Ann Leigh.
“Mark, dear! I was buying some groceries around this neck of the woods earlier this morning and thought I should come by and say hi to little Smore. Good thing you haven’t left, too, ‘cause I got you some breakfast!” she greeted cheerily, filtering Arianne out completely as she approached Mark.
Mark shot Mary a look. The housekeeper understood him immediately and lifted Smore—who was still munching away on his breakfast—up from his seat before hurrying up the stairs.
Shelly was very peeved by that immediate reaction, and she let her displeasure be known loudly. “What do you think you’re doing, Mary? Taking Smore away from me the moment I stepped into this house? What’s the meaning of this?”
Arianne took a step forward and addressed her complaint, deadpanned. “See, you might not know this, but Mark and I have made it clear in the divorce agreement that you’re not to see or get close to Smore. Should he fail to do that, I’ll leave this country with Smore and go somewhere far, far away… and you people shall never see us again.”
Before Shelly could offer a repartee, Mark stopped her. “Enough! If you have nothing to do here, then go already. Go home. I have work to do. Also, from now on, please leave Smore alone.”
Whenever Shelly was talking to Mark, she lost that sharp, acrid edge she always used with Arianne. “M-Mark! How could you say that? Smore is my grandson. Why am I being denied a chance to be with my grandson?! How could you accept such an unreasonable demand from her? God, can’t you see that Arianne’s using you like a pawn and scheming to take everything away from you, even after your divorce? For goodness’ sake, how can you be so stupid?!”
Mark frowned. “Even if she’s doing that, I don’t care. I don’t mind being owned if it’s her. Either way, you stay away from my business. Henry? Please escort her out of the house.”
Shelly’s knees almost gave away to shock. She could not believe that even after a divorce, Arianne was still living in Tremont Estate and was still allowed to use that unearned arrogance on her! Even Mark continued to stand on her side!
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