Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride

Aery’s heart sank. She rarely saw Mark looking this serious and terrifying.
She just couldn’t understand why Arienne wouldn’t leave Mark even though she didn’t love him. Nor could she understand why Mark didn’t want to
give them his blessings even though he didn’t seem to care about her. Was this all because of his pride as a man? If this continued, she would
forever be Mark’s secret lover. She, more than anything, wished to be Mrs. Tremont. Arianne got this so effortlessly, yet she didn’t value it at all. Aery
couldn’t help but be incensed at the thought of it.
While Mark was working in the study room, Aery strutted into his room to take a shower. She then picked out one of Arianne’s silk pajamas and put
them on. Looking as though she was the mistress of the house, she walked into the living room and haughtily commanded Butler Henry, “Go get the
guest room ready.”
Butler Henry remained standing still and directed his gaze to Arianne.
Arianne was nonchalantly reading a magazine on the sofa. “Go ahead, Uncle Henry.”
Only then did Butler Henry instruct the servants to prepare the room. Aery shot a glare at Butler Henry. “Even a dog knows how to read its mistress’

mood after being fed for so long. It’s too bad that he’s not smart enough. No one knows for sure yet who will be mistress here in the future.”
Arianne frowned at her. “Aery, please mind your language.”
“Did I say something wrong?” Aery retorted angrily. “What can you do about it? Mark dear chose to bring me home on New Year’s Eve. Haven’t you
realized yet that the guest room is for you?”
Arienne slightly tightened her grip, causing the magazine in her hands to wrinkle up a little. “Sure. I don’t have any objection if you want to spend the
night here with Mark. But please restrain yourself a little before you become the mistress here. Let me warn you that Mark dislikes people who show
off, especially those that flaunt their status.”
Aery was triggered. “I know Mark dear more than you! Don’t go thinking that you understand him enough just because you stayed with him longer.
You are nothing but the daughter of a sinner. Your father killed his parents. He’s only keeping you by his side to torment you.”
Arianne didn’t say anything. It felt unpleasant to be jabbed where it hurt most, but she didn’t want to show any emotions to an outsider.
Aery turned around and went upstairs smugly after turning the tables on Arianne. Not long after she went inside Mark’s room, Arianne heard the
sounds of glass shattering.
She bit her lip but didn’t bother to check it out. Aery naturally wouldn’t smash Mark’s belongings. She probably just ruined her skin care products.

Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride
Chapter 69 Give Them Your Blessings

By the time Arienne finished reading the magazine in her hands, her eyelids felt heavy. Mark had yet to come out of his study room. She didn’t seem
to have any options other than sitting around on the sofa. There was no way she would go to the guest room on her own accord.
She took out the latest magazine and flipped to the first page. To her surprise, it was the wedding dress design sketch she made. It looked so
amazing after being post-processed that even she was stunned. The design would be specially featured in the next exhibition, and her name was
indicated as the designer.
To be honest, she only liked drawing and not designing. At the time, she rushed into the design industry so that she could make money to support
herself as soon as possible.
Just when she was getting drowsy, Mark finally walked out of the study room. He went straight into his bedroom without coming downstairs.
For the next two hours, Arienne was gradually roused up by the occasional laughter and Aery’s cutesy voice coming from upstairs.
This continued until the wee hours of morning before it finally became quiet upstairs. Butler Henry sighed. “Madam, aren’t you going up to rest?”
Arienne smiled wryly. “Should I use the guest room?”
Butler Henry paused briefly then said, “You are the mistress of this house, Mark Tremont’s wife!”
“But I’m not worthy,” Arienne said in a daze.
Butler Henry’s voice was firm. “You’re the one he married, so that means you are worthy of the title. No matter what happened in the past, as long as
you wish to be Mrs. Tremont, no one can take that away from you.”
Arienne asked herself if this was what she wanted. However, she couldn’t find the answer to it. She wanted it now, but only because she was
provoked by Aery, right?
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