Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride

Arianne didn’t reply. How could Mark Tremont possibly trust her? He’s never trusted her...
Mary’s heart ached at the sight of her looking like this. However, she was powerless too.
That night, at Arianne’s insistence, Mary went home to rest. There was no need to stay with her at the hospital; she’d simply caught a cold and could
take care of herself. At most, she would have to stay in the hospital for one day under observation. She would be discharged the very next day.
She couldn’t seem to fall asleep, probably because she had too much sleep in the day. She shut her eyes and lay on the hospital bed, a myriad of
thoughts plaguing her mind.
“What are you doing?!” someone outside the ward cried out all of a sudden.
Arianne jumped in fright. She opened her eyes to catch a quick glimpse of a man’s face disappearing from the small window above the door. Who
was spying on her in the dead of the night?!
She was too frightened to stay any longer. She packed up her things and left the hospital in her hospital gown. She didn't even fill out her discharge
papers.

Everything was deathly silent when she returned to Tremont Estate, save for the bright flickering lights of the street lamps at the main gate and the
garden. Mark was not home...
She went back to her room and snuggled under the blanket. Her heart gradually felt more at peace. It’s true... Home had a special kind of magic that
couldn't be found anywhere else.
The hospital.
A tall figure slowly approached Arianne's former ward. His long, slender fingers grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. When he
saw the empty hospital bed, he stiffened, turned around, and walked quickly to the nurse station. “Where is she?! Where is the patient in hospital bed
number twenty three?!”
The nurse jumped in fright at the sight of the man’s grim face and rushed to check. “I... I don’t know...”
“Check the surveillance cameras!” the man snapped.
Four hours later, Mark Tremont dragged his exhausted body back to Tremont Estate. It was around six in the morning and Mary was preparing
breakfast for Arianne. When she saw him, she asked, “Sir? You’ve just returned?”

Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride
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“Mm,” was Mark’s nonchalant reply. He quickly headed upstairs. When he saw that familiar figure sleeping soundly on the bed, his tensed nerves
finally relaxed. He was about to turn around and leave when the girl in the bed opened her eyes, “You’re back...?”
He paused in his footsteps when he heard her hoarse voice, but in the end, he didn’t stop.
Downstairs, Mary was questioning Brian, who had arrived with Mark. “Why has Mr. Tremont returned home at this time of the day? Has something
happened?”
Brian Pearce lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Tremont went to the hospital last night and found out that madam wasn’t in her ward. He spent four
hours checking the hospital’s surveillance footage...”
At this point, Brian noticed a figure descending from the stairs and immediately shut his mouth.
Mary caught on and stepped forward to ask, “Would you like some breakfast, sir?”
It was difficult to pinpoint the emotions on Mark’s face. “No.” Then, he promptly left Tremont Estate, not staying a moment longer.
When Arianne woke up, Mary served her breakfast at the dining room with a grin. “Ari, why did you leave the hospital without telling anyone? You
didn’t even call me to pick you up. Mr. Tremont went to see you at the hospital but discovered that you weren’t there and spent four hours searching
for you. Next time, don’t do anything like that...”
Arianne was shocked but soon regained her composure. “Mm... Mary, could you go to the hospital and manage my discharge papers when you have
the time later? Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and I just don’t want to drag my wretched body around. It’s alright...”
Mary paused, then said, “Ari... Why don’t you ask Mr. Tremont to come home? Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, after all. You are both unfortunate
children and should be together at a time like this. Otherwise, this big estate will feel cold and empty.”
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