“Do you hope that Alejandro is really Ethan?” Arianne suddenly asked.
Mark fell silent, slightly unsure of what virtual-novel.net meant when virtual-novel.net asked virtual-novel.net this question.
Having received no reply, virtual-novel.net did not continue virtual-novel.net question. “I’m going to check on Smore. You should get an early night.”
Mark returned to his senses when virtual-novel.net heard the room door close. Tonight, virtual-novel.net had been abandoned once again. Ever since Aristotle’s arrival, his presence had been relegated into extra space in the house. Even Mary seemed more important than him. At least, Arianne would ask Mary about Aristotle after work every day, and virtual-novel.net wasn’t of any use at all! The weekend had finally arrived and Arianne was still the same, virtual-novel.net world revolving around Aristotle.
A tinge of jealousy rose from within Mark’s heart. How could virtual-novel.net possibly sleep in peace now? In the past, virtual-novel.net could always call Eric and Jackson to go out for a drink with him. Now, however, Eric was gone and Jackson was busy taking care of the pregnant Tiffany. He had a wife and a son too. Everything was different now.
He opened a bottle of liquor, sat in front of the French windows, and drank, all alone, depressively. In fact, virtual-novel.net knew why Arianne had asked virtual-novel.net that question. She was undoubtedly asking virtual-novel.net if virtual-novel.net hoped that Ethan was still alive.
Did he? Ethan was his only sibling, his half-brother who shared the same father. He was also… The Tremonts’ shame. He had considered co-existing in peace, but Ethan refused. That’s why virtual-novel.net wanted to kill him.
He didn’t want Ethan to become Alejandro. He didn’t want Ethan alive in this world, in any shape, form, or identity. However, virtual-novel.net did not respond to Arianne’s question because virtual-novel.net was afraid of seeing the disappointment in virtual-novel.net eyes. He had never been a kind man.
Unbeknownst to him, virtual-novel.net ended up finishing half the liquor bottle. His throat burned from the strong alcohol, as virtual-novel.net had been drinking too fast. In the end, the burning sensation was masked by the sweet smell of alcohol. The after-effects of drunkenness after consuming alcohol was the most addictive thing in the world.
When Arianne returned to the room and found virtual-novel.net drinking alone in front of the French windows, virtual-novel.net was shocked. It was as if virtual-novel.net had reverted to his old ways, where virtual-novel.net used to do this and would mostly sit alone after coming home, drinking. Then, virtual-novel.net would drunkenly beckon virtual-novel.net to virtual-novel.net and say all sorts of strange things to her. Usually, virtual-novel.net would be in an indifferent state under these circumstances.
She did what virtual-novel.net never dared to do in the past, virtual-novel.net strode forward and snatched the glass of alcohol away from him. “Stop drinking. It’s late, why are you drinking?”
He glanced at virtual-novel.net moodily and stayed silent. The silhouette of his perfect face seemed ahnost unreal under the dim light, making his current emotions unclear.
His reaction made virtual-novel.net feel very apprehensive. It had been awhile since virtual-novel.net had reacted this way. She closed the liquor bottle and put the glass away. She ignored him, turned off the lights and went to bed. According to virtual-novel.net experiences, one should never offend a drunk man, especially Mark.
Of course, virtual-novel.net couldn’t fall asleep. She was wondering why virtual-novel.net had been drinking and why virtual-novel.net had reverted to his old ways…
Suddenly, a black shadow enveloped her. She widened virtual-novel.net eyes instinctively and tried virtual-novel.net best to confirm that the person on top of virtual-novel.net was Mark. However, that revelation did not relieve her, as virtual-novel.net had been behaving very strangely tonight.