Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride

Arianne got off the bed, enduring the discomfort she felt. She grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom to change. By the time she got out,
Mark had already finished packing and was waiting at the door.
His gaze sunk when he noticed her slightly unusual walk. His expression turned cold as well, and his thoughts were unfathomable.
Arianne kept dozing off on the plane but was afraid of touching Mark if she fell asleep. She could tell he was in a bad mood. He had not confronted
her over her unapproved trip to Ayashe.
Upon his return to the Tremont Estate, Mark immediately went back to his bathroom to take a shower. “When did he arrive home?” Arianne softly
asked Mary.
Mary stared blankly at her. “Sir never came back at all. He just arrived today.”
Arianne was feeling slightly annoyed. She shouldn’t have told Eric about her intentions for resignation. He must have leaked that piece of information.

She hadn’t thought of this at the time. She thought, knowing her current relationship with Mark, he would never abandon his work to go look for her,
even if she did leave...
“Change all of the bedroom sheets,” she said, remembering Mark’s bad cold. “Sun dry the quilts a little longer, and make sure to prepare lighter meals
for now.”
Marry nodded. “Alright, Ari. You look a little pale. Has sir troubled you again?”
Arianne shook her head as her ice-cold hands touched her cheeks. Realizing that her cheeks were scalding, she ran upstairs. Mary was an
experienced woman; when she saw the way Arianne walked, she knew what had happened. She grinned.
Back at the bedroom, Arianne felt awkward when she heard the pattering sounds of water in the bathroom. The snowy afternoon made her feel a little
sleepy too.
She picked up a few books on painting, headed downstairs, and curled up on the sofa. Before she could finish reading a few pages, she fell fast
asleep.
By the time she got up, it was about seven at night. The light above her was slightly dim and from a single glance, she saw that the Tremont Estate
was rather dark. It looked like Mark had gone out again.
She got up and stretched her back. Mary stepped forward and asked, “Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something? Sir has gone out, and I’m
not sure if he’ll be back tonight. I think I’d better be the one to tell you this—he left after receiving a call from a woman...”

Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride
Chapter 73 A Patch Of Blood
Arianne’s body stiffened, and she was temporarily at a loss for words. “It’s alright, I’ll just have whatever’s available. Leave him.”
Mary was more anxious than her. “Ari, do you really have no feelings for Mr. Tremont? You’ll be sorry if he actually gets seduced by another woman!”
She paused in silence, then replied, “Why keep someone who hates you to his very bones? It’s not that I don’t want to, Mary. I can’t. To be more
precise, I’ve never hoped that he would love me. Rather than falling in love with me, I’d much rather hope for him to let me go.”
...
January 7th, Mark Tremont finally returned to the Tremont Estate a few days later.
Arianne had turned an empty room upstairs into an art studio and had been spending her time there over the past few days.
When she heard him coming upstairs, her hand stiffened in the midst of her painting, nearly making a mistake. Now that she was ill-at-ease, there
was no need for her to continue painting. So, she stopped.
The atelier door was suddenly pushed open. “Ari,” Mary called out in a lowered voice, “Sir wants to see you. He’s in the bedroom.”
Arianne looked at her hands and clothes, which were dirtied from her paint. “Just a moment, I’ll go clean up.”
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