Hearing Mark's serious words, the warmth that had just faded on Arnold's cheeks returned.
She nodded, blushing, "I got it."
Half an hour later, with Arnold's help, Mark made a rather hearty dinner.
Mark and Arnold carried the dishes to the table one by one, while Marcus sensibly brought over the bowls and chopsticks, and the three of them sat down at the dining table.
They chatted and laughed, eating in such a harmonious atmosphere that they seemed like a family of three.
After dinner, Arnold volunteered to wash the dishes.
Mark didn't refuse, just looked at Arnold indulgently and walked into the kitchen with her.
"Boss, you don't have to come over, I can handle it," Arnold said confidently while putting the dishes into the sink.
"Little fox, didn't I tell you?" Mark approached Arnold, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind, "I'm not your boss now, I'm your boyfriend!"
With a clang, the dish in Arnold's hand fell into the sink, splashing water everywhere.
