Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride




The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. An overwhelming intimidation urged Simon Donn to look up at the man who entered the elevator, while he instinctively moved towards the corner.

The elevator door closed briefly. The man suddenly launched a kick at Simon Donn's lower abdomen. His tone was gentle but undoubtedly threatening.

"Don't think of laying a finger on those you shouldn't!"

The harsh kick caused Simon Donn to bend down, hugging his stomach feeling bewildered. "Who are you?"

"Arianne Wynn's husband!"

...

When Arianne returned and stepped into the hall of the Tremont Estate, her immediate reaction was to check if Mark Tremont was back.

Mary was amused by her cautious manner as she chuckled. "Sir's not back yet!" Arianne breathed out in relief. "He said that he's coming back for dinner tonight..." Logically, he should have returned home earlier than she had.

Coming out of the shower, Arianne saw that Mark Tremont was already seated at the dining hall. His hair was damp and changed into his lounge clothes, evidently having just showered as well. This was his habit after arriving home.

Arianne sat opposite to him and started to eat quietly. Just as she sent a scoop of food into her mouth, Mark Tremont's phone rang jarringly.

The owner of the device took a look at his mobile and switched it off casually without answering the call. This surprised Arianne as he rarely did anything like this.

After the meal, she asked carefully, "Let me dry your hair for you?"

Mark Tremont did not reject her, standing up to go upstairs first.

Relatively reassured, Arianne followed him swiftly. When he sat down before the French window, she stood behind him with the hair dryer she had taken from the bathroom.

As Arianne's fingers swept through his hair, she was surprised to discover that a man's hair could be so soft... This was the first time she was close to him without standing on the tips of her toes.

"Tiffany Lane will be able to come back next week, but not Will Sivan. You don't have to be so obsequious."

Arianne's movement froze. He

thought that she was sucking up to

him. She learned from Mary, who

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told her since she was young, that damp hair should be blown dry as soon as possible, especially during the winter. Otherwise, one would catch a cold easily and get headaches. So she was purely concerned for Mark. Content

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"Oh," she hummed and continued blow-drying his hair, swallowing the weight that pressed down on her heart.

After the brief silence, Mark Tremont suddenly slapped the hair dryer out of her hand as he stood up and

stared at her coldly. "Did you not net

hear what I said! No matter what you do and its extent, Will Sivan

won't be able to come back! He can forget thinking about coming back here in this lifetime!" Content

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Arianne bent down to pick the hair dryer up and bit her lips. "When are we divorcing? The incident three years ago has already passed...”

Mark Tremont's gaze seemed like violent ocean waves crashing against each other.

"Divorce? Do you think that I've married you to conceal what happened three years ago? Hah... I've said that you don't have to ever think about escaping from me this lifetime. The retribution of your sins has just begun!"

There was a slight jolt that went through Arianne before she said softly with a lowered gaze, "This is your revenge? Tying yourself to me for your entire life and waking up to see your enemy's daughter every day... Are you taking revenge on me or yourself? Why are you cutting off your nose to spite your face? I'II accept any vengeance of yours, but you don't have to drag yourself into this. I'll make up for it with all I have... alright?" Content belongs to Novelxo.org

Mark Tremont sneered. "Hah, what do you mean all you have? What do you have?

You have nothing. More like... it's of no value to me!"