Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 11

Arianne Wynn froze.

“I’m fine sleeping in the storeroom!”

Mark Tremont glanced at her, a wave of disapproval swept in his cold eyes.

“I’m not asking you to sleep in my room upstairs. Mary will help you prepare the guest room next to me.”

Having been exposed of her wrong assumption, Arianne felt rather awkward.

Thereafter, one of the maids had served their dinner in the dining room.

“Sir, miss, it’s mealtime.”

Mark Tremont closed the magazine he was holding and stood up.

“Eat.”

He had asked her to eat together. How long has it been since she ate with him at the same table? She did not remember.

Arianne Wynn, with her head lowered at the dining table, ate without making a single sound. She helped herself only to dishes that were closest to her. Mark Tremont ate slowly, making close to no sound as well. Their manner only served to emphasize the silence of the wide dining room.

Butler Henry who stood beside the table sighed and picked up some dishes for Arianne with the serving spoon. “Don’t only eat vegetables. You’re growing.”

“Thank you,” Arianne replied softly.

As they had their meal, Arianne ate however much Butler Henry served her. Not used to eating so much in one sitting, her stomach ached slightly.

Mary has finished cleaning up the room when they finished their meal.

“Ari, take a look at the storeroom, see if there’s anything that I haven’t tidied up. I’ve moved most of your things upstairs.”

Arianne caught a glimpse of Mark Tremont, who just seated in the living room, then acknowledged Mary with a guilty conscience.

When he returned to his room, she stealthily sneaked to the storeroom and retrieved her gifts in the cardboard box under the bed. As she went upstairs, careful not to make any sound, the door next to her room opened right as she arrived. Meeting eyes, Arianne looked like a deer caught in the headlights as her eyes widened and her lashes trembling. She subconsciously hid what she held in her hands behind her back.

Her mobile phone beeped the moment when that thought crossed her mind. It was the phone given by Mark Tremont, so it only had his number.

Arianne wanted to feign negligent, but she took a look at the mobile phone and his dark face popped into her mind. It was a text message, short and simple with only two words.

“Come over.”

Feeling her heart sink, Arianne draped her only jacket over herself and trudged to his room, knocking only after a long hesitation.

His void tone sounded from the inside, “Come in.”

Mark Tremont was habitually seated on the chair in front of the French window when Arianne entered. He had a cigarette perched between his fingers. Usually, this meant that he was not in a jolly mood. Arianne dared not approach close to him, opting to stand some distance away.

“Come over,” he spoke again, his tone colder. The words were a repetition of his text message but when they came from him verbally, it frightened her more than the text.

Arianne Wynn braced herself as she walked to stand beside him, still too timid to make a sound. Suddenly, he pulled her to himself, causing Arianne to drop and sit on his legs!