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?”

Arissa admitted softly.

It wasn’t just me. “I’m sorry! I was wrong!” she apologized in a

his arms. “I only

that, Arissa studied him carefully with crystalline eyes. “What do

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

her face, Benjamin

poked their heads out and fixated their eyes

you picking on

Benjamin without even blinking

and Jesse had their

look in their

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

into him unblinkingly.

you earlier?” Gavin swung his

she could speak, Benjamin

tune. “No, Sweethearts. He was

you, Mommy. Don’t be afraid, for we’re all

shot daggers at