BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 60
Helen Cameran’s words bewildered Arianne for a moment, but she chose not to be bothered by them and headed back to her seat. She could still
see Helen idling there out of the corner of her eye. It upsetted her and distracted her from her work.
After so long, she still didn’t make any progress on her wedding dress design sketch. By nighttime, she had no choice but to look at other various
designs for inspiration. Her mind was still occupied by Mark’s marriage announcement. Everyone in the company began looking at her strangely.
Disdain and rejection turned into cautiousness. At least, no one dared to step on her toes anymore.
An idea suddenly popped into her mind. What kind of wedding dress would Mark like? The final draft must impress him no matter what, so she must
cater it according to his preferences!
Although she racked her brain, she still couldn’t figure out what he liked. Hence, she was still stuck on the wedding dress design sketch until it was
time to get off work.
When she returned to Tremont Estate, she found Mark asleep.
Arianne laid down on the bed after washing up, her mind full of thoughts. Try as she might, tossing and turning on the bed, she just couldn’t fall
When she turned over for the umpteenth time, Mark’s voice suddenly rang out. “Speak if you have something to say.”
Arianne froze and even held her breath. Although he didn’t sound angry, she still didn’t dare move as she pleased.
Two seconds later, she recovered her senses, seized the opportunity, and asked, “How do you envision a perfect wedding dress?”
Mark didn’t respond immediately. Just when Arianne thought he wouldn’t answer her, he spoke up. “The youthfulness of a girl, her shyness of being a
first-time wife, her courage of giving herself to a man, and her expectation toward a bright future. All of these could be expressed by a piece of
clothing or a wedding dress.”
Arianne carefully pondered over his words and started getting drowsy. As soon as her eyelids closed, she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next day, Mark was still asleep.
Now that she thought about it, Mark seemed to be getting up very late these last two days despite going to bed quite early. He didn’t seem like his
usual self. Arianne couldn’t help but wonder if he was sick. After some hesitation, she reached out and touched his forehead.
The temperature against her palm didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she was about to
retract her hand, Mark suddenly opened his eyes. Their eyes met and she became nervous. “I-I... I thought you were still sick... I’ll be leaving now!”
Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride
Mark was startled when he saw her fleeing in panic. He then closed his eyes again. It wasn’t that he was sick, he just hadn't slept well...
When Arianne arrived at the office, she recalled the points that Mark gave her last night and integrated them into the wedding dress design. Although
she used her own perspective, she still hoped that her design would be acknowledged by him. After all, his approval was needed in order for this
assignment to be completed.
After working overtime intensively for three consecutive days, the department was rewarded with the completion of the draft sketches. Eric took care
in sending the supervisor, Lily, to deliver the sketches this time instead of Arianne.
Rather than feeling relieved, the entire department of design felt jittery once the sketches were taken away. What if the sketches were rejected again?
Then none of them would be getting a holiday!
Tremont Tower.
Mark flipped through the sketches that Lily had just delivered to him and made a seemingly casual remark. “You weren't the one who came to deliver
the sketches last time.”
Lily gave him a small smile. “Mr. Nathaniel attaches great importance to our collaboration, Mr. Tremont, so he sent me this time to ensure that nothing
goes wrong.”
Mark soon stopped flipping and fixed his eyes on one of the wedding dress sketches. His intuition told him that the sketch was done by Arianne.
“Approved,” he said and tossed the sketches aside.
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