Mark could not bear to hear any further. “Fine, we’ll leave it at that. I haven’t got any appetite, so you go ahead and eat by yourself. I’ll be heading out now.”
Shelly hurriedly asked, “Will you be back tonight?”
Mark paused for a moment. “I’m busy, so I won’t be back tonight.”
As she watched Mark walking away without even looking back, Shelly’s shoulders dropped. She had also lost her appetite, despite having a sumptuous meal laid out in front of her.
The atmosphere within the entire Tremont Estate seemed gloomy. Even the maids remained hidden and would only show up when Shelly called for them, as though she was the cause of everything bad that was happening. The loneliness that Shelly felt was similar to how she used to feel in the past when she was overseas. During that time, she would always be alone… Alone as time passed. Every day was a struggle for her, so much so that she did not even have anyone to talk to.
…
When Smore heard someone knocking on the door, he immediately rushed towards the door and stood on the tip of his toes to open it. When he saw Mark behind the door, his clear eyes turned into crescent moons. “Daddy!”
Mark bent down and held Smore in his arms. “Did you miss me? Have you eaten yet?”
Smore pouted his lips. “Of course I missed you. I haven’t eaten yet. Mama and Granny are cooking now. I can smell the nice food already.”
The smile beneath Mark’s eyes became even more intense. “What the hell is going on in your mind? I’m just telling you that I won’t be leaving tonight, exactly what it means on the surface. You’re the one who’s letting your imagination run wild.”
Arianne was teased so much that her face immediately turned red. “Fine, so be it. You accompany Smore for now. It’ll be time to eat once the soup is ready.”
The couple seemed to have read each other’s minds as neither mentioned a word about the plagiarism case. Home was always supposed to be a place where one could completely relax themselves; having to discuss company matters at home would only be inviting problems for oneself. That night, as the two of them held each other in their arms in bed, they both felt somewhat peaceful even though nothing was happening.
Arianne, finding it hard to sleep for a moment, leaned against Mark’s embrace and whispered, “What are you thinking?”
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