Chapter 888 What If I’m The Victim?

Arianne couldn’t seem to see it as clearly as Mark, probably because of her youth. “I can’t get used to it. This was a huge blow to Tiffie. It gets even more frustrating every time I think of it. I’ve lost my appetite for dinner. You eat. Give me the baby.” Mark turned to the side, evading her reach towards the baby. “Eat your dinner. What if you deprive little Smore of his milk? You’re not alone now, as you have a little one to care for. You have to eat. Have a bowl of soup that Mary made in the kitchen. Hurry up.” She really wasn’t in the mood to eat, but she couldn’t bear with Mark’s nagging, so she forced a bowl of soup down her throat. That was the end of it. At night, the pair slept together during bedtime. Mark reached out to hug her as usual. She instinctively thought that he was trying to initiate conjugal relations and mumbled, “Not tonight, I’m exhausted…” He laughed. “What are you thinking? Do you think that I’m made of iron, as if I’m not exhausted too? I just want to