Chapter 894: Chapter 894: You Are My Girlfriend...
After Ethan Sterling left, a worried Arnold also quickly followed out of the coffee shop to find Mark.
Upon arriving at Mark’s apartment, Arnold stood at the door and knocked.
She had just knocked a few times when the door was opened.
Marcus looked at the doorway, smiling at Arnold and politely asked, "Auntie, are you here to see Dad?"
Marcus reached out and took Arnold’s hand, pulling her inside, "Auntie, let’s go in first, Dad is making dinner in the kitchen now."
"Okay." Arnold nodded and entered the house with Marcus.
After putting her bag on the sofa in the living room, Arnold looked at Marcus with a smile and said, "Auntie will go and see what delicious things your dad is making and help him, okay?"
"Okay." Marcus agreed, pulling Arnold’s hand towards the kitchen, "Auntie, I’ll take you there."
Arnold did not refuse, continuously watching Marcus with a smile.
It must be said, this child is particularly sensible, sensible to the point of making people feel a bit of heartache...
With that, Arnold and Marcus headed towards the kitchen together.
As they approached the kitchen, Arnold immediately spotted the man busy inside.
He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a blue apron.
The setting sun’s rays fell on his hair, making him appear especially warm.
Hearing footsteps, Mark turned around.
He had a gentle smile on his handsome, extraordinary face and greeted Arnold softly, "You’re here?"
"Yes." Arnold nodded.
Thinking of Mark, she came straight over.
At this moment, looking at Mark, Arnold suddenly felt at a loss.
Because Arnold suddenly realized that she was somewhat unable to adapt to the shift in roles between her and the boss, unsure how to interact with the boss who had changed identities.
Seeing Arnold’s unease, Mark asked, "What’s wrong? Becoming my girl has instead made you timid?"
"No," Arnold denied.
Mark smiled and didn’t expose the girl’s lie.
Marcus looked back and forth at the two and then said to Mark, "Dad, Auntie is here, so I won’t help you anymore."
"Okay." Mark looked at Marcus with gentle eyes, "Go out and play."
Marcus looked at Arnold and politely said, "Auntie, I’m going out to play first."
After speaking, he bolted out.
Watching Marcus run off, Arnold commented, "Marcus is really cute."
"Yes." Mark’s gaze also fell on Marcus, "He’s very cute, and particularly perceptive, understanding the concept of not being the third wheel."
Arnold blushed and looked at Mark, saying, "Boss, shall I help you?"
Mark raised an eyebrow, "Can you?"
Arnold: "..."
It seems she really can’t.
At home, meals were cooked by the housekeeper; in the military, they ate at the mess hall. When did she ever learn to cook!
Mark knowingly laughed and handed the vegetables he was holding to Arnold, "Just pick the vegetables and then wash them. This shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?"
"Of course." Arnold confidently reached out, accepted them, and immediately began working on the vegetables—picking and washing them.
Picking and washing are simple, but even so, for Arnold who never did such chores, it’s a little overwhelming.
Watching Arnold’s flustered appearance, Mark chuckled affectionately.
His long fingers lightly brushed the tip of Arnold’s nose, teasingly saying, "Little fox, who’d have thought something this simple could stump you?"
Arnold pouted, "I will manage."
Mark leaned in, "Little fox, let me help you, shall I?"
Saying that, Mark moved behind Arnold, his long arms reached out, wrapping around Arnold’s small hands, "You need to pick the vegetables like this, without ruining their appearance..."
Being held by Mark in such an embracing manner made Arnold’s heart start racing wildly.
Due to this sudden move, Arnold could clearly feel the warmth of Mark’s chest, and distinctly smell the strong, pleasant masculine scent surrounding her.
Furthermore, Mark’s sexy, magnetic voice echoed in her ear. His warm breath ignited every inch of skin on Arnold’s neck.
Arnold’s cheeks and neck turned crimson.
Her mind was completely frozen, unable to hear or understand what Mark was saying.
Seeing Arnold’s ridiculously flushed cheeks and smelling the faint fragrance naturally emanating from her, Mark laughed lightly, "Little fox, what are you thinking? You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?"
"I—I..." Arnold was at a loss for words.
Mark laughed, continuing in a playful mood, "You what?"
"I’m a bit unprepared," Arnold blurted out and tried to escape Mark’s embrace.
However, the moment Arnold escaped slightly, Mark pulled her back.
His charming eyes were pitch black, filled with an enticing hue.
Mark gazed at Arnold, his voice slightly hoarse, "Little fox, it seems not just your vegetable-picking skills need improvement!"
Arnold’s face was red as blood.
Why is the boss like this now...?
Mark’s long hand extended out, gently caressing Arnold’s blood-red face, "What’s wrong? Already shy?"
Arnold: "..."
Some things are better left unsaid, aren’t they?
Mark’s smile was mischievous.
His eyes burned intently at Arnold, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear, "Arnold, you know? Seeing you like this makes me want to tease you even more."
With that, Mark released Arnold, went to the cutting board, and began cutting vegetables swiftly and skillfully.
Arnold stood there continuing to clumsily clean the vegetables in her hands, but with Mark’s departure, the previously thin and almost suffocating air gradually returned.
Because of the ample air, Arnold’s wildly beating heart slowly settled back into place, and the scorching temperature on her face slowly subsided.
Mark continued cutting vegetables without stopping, "Little fox, you need to gradually adapt to your new role. You are now my girl—my girlfriend, no longer my subordinate."
"In the future, there will be more intimate gestures. You should get used to it soon."
