Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride




Returning from work, Arianne took a hot shower. She then had a sip of black tea that Mary passed her.

"Thank you, Mama Mary!"

Mary watched her lovingly. "Ari, you've become sweeter with your words recently huh. You used to be too shy. It's true that people do change finishing school and enter into the working world. You should try to talk to sir more too. Usually he's not one to speak. How are you supposed to spend time together if both of you keep to yourselves?"

The fact that Mark Tremont was mentioned, gave Arianne Wynn a smile but she did not comment.

Butler Henry's voice suddenly boomed from the doors. "Sir!"

Seeing that Mark Tremont was home, Mary scooted into the kitchen to urge the chef's to prepare dinner.

Arianne took the black tea and sat on the couch, appearing to mind her own business. However, her mind automatically replayed the scene where Aery Kinsey entered the restaurant whilst hooking arms with Mark Tremont. She could not pinpoint what she was feeling, but it was like a thick haze had covered her heart.

Taking off his coat, that was cold to the touch from the weather, he passed it to Henry. He then went upstairs without sparing Arianne a glance.

When they sat facing each other during dinner, no one spoke. The heavy atmosphere only ruined anyone's appetite.

Mary served the last dish and said smiling, "This dish is named 'Sonny Beans', have some more."

Arianne Wynn and Mark Tremont dropped their cutlery at the same time. Despite their actions Mary still took the serving spoon and scooped some into their respective plates. "Try it."

Fretful that Mary felt awkward, Arianne forced herself to pick up her cutlery again and continue eating. Mark Tremont, however, had excused himself to head upstairs.

Not knowing the reason for this hostility, Mary lowered her voice and asked, "Ari, did you argue with sir again?"

"No, don't mind me. Go ahead with your chores." Arianne shook her head.

Sighing, Mary went back to handle her tasks in the kitchen. Arianne did not touch that dish for the rest of the dinner.

Mark Tremont did not return to the bedroom, spending time in the study room until late at night.

Arianne had eventually gotten used to his bed and fell asleep briefly after dinner. Perhaps not staying in the same room was their only way to maintain harmony.

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A thick fog had blanketed the sky early in the morning, as the weather turned unexceptionally colder. Waking up to find an additional blanket on her, she unsuspectingly thought that Mary must have put it on her in the middle of the night. Arianne felt warmth enveloping her within. Content belongs to Novelxo.org

Mary had already served breakfast when she went downstairs. "Madam, go to the office after you eat. Your stomach isn't the strongest."

'Madam'... Arianne knew that Mark Tremont was most probably in the living room.

"Okay. Mama Mary, thank you for adding another blanket for me during the night," she responded with a grin.

Surprised, Mary replied, "I didn't place another blanket on you. Last night was rather cold and I wanted to do that but sir's room... I can't enter as I please..."

Arianne was stunned. She had overlooked her statement. Other than housekeeping chores, no-one could simply enter Mark Tremont's room. Then who was it that threw another duvet on her?! Content belongs to Novelxo.org

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She subconsciously looked over to Mark Tremont who was on the couch. He was currently leaning against the furniture and reading a book leisurely wearing lounging attire. He looked... quite domestic, but Arianne still could not believe that he had done it! Content belongs to Novelxo.org