The More the Merrier

Chapter 918 I Am Sorry My bad!

“No, of course not!” Arissa looked at Benjamin apologetically. Benjamin’s eyes narrowed into slits, and his voice carried a hint of warning. “No?”

He pressed even closer to her. Plastered tightly against the wall, Arissa stole a peek at the man inches away from her and whispered, “I initially wanted to tell you, but I was interrupted several times. Then—”

Without warning, Benjamin bit her ear. At once, Arissa blushed to the tip of her ears. “Then? Then, you continued keeping me in the dark?”

As Benjamin spoke, his breath hit her in the face with every exhalation, unbelievably scorching. Gulping, Arissa riposted lowly, “Was it my fault? You were always domineering, so I couldn’t help wanting to keep it a secret from you.”

Benjamin’s eyes remained pinned on her. “Then, you sat back and watched me make a fool of myself?”

Arissa blinked guiltily, flashing him a sheepish smile when she met his gaze. “You didn’t make a fool of yourself. You even chastised me several times!”

At that, Benjamin snorted coldly. “Why didn’t you explain and tell me Jesse is a girl? Was that so difficult?”

Blinking, Arissa didn’t dare say anything further. Everyone tacitly kept him in the dark. And admittedly, I wanted to pull a prank on him, so I didn’t tell him.

Benjamin glowered at her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know about it?”

Again, Arissa sneaked a look at him. “Probably not.” “Who else doesn’t know?”

into the depths of her eyes. “Err… Mr. Patterson,” Arissa admitted softly. Benjamin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Great, just

me. “I’m sorry! I was wrong!” she apologized in a whisper, stealing a

in his arms. “I only merit an

him carefully with crystalline eyes. “What do you want, then?” “What

arched a brow domineeringly, emanating an imposing aura. Arissa’s lips twitched. This is no big deal anyway! “How

her face, Benjamin leaned

their heads out and fixated their eyes

you picking

without even blinking

Jasper, and Jesse

look in their eyes was

his eyes to the children. “Do you think I’m picking on

eyes bore into him unblinkingly. Does he

on you earlier?” Gavin swung his gaze at

son, but before she could speak,

tune. “No, Sweethearts.

you, Mommy. Don’t be afraid, for