Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 120

Will glanced at Arianne but didn’t reveal the matter involving Mark. “It’s nothing. It’s late, let’s call it a night. Tiffie, you should go home and keep your mother company.”

Tiffany sighed. “You know what my mother’s like. Now that my father’s gone, she probably won’t be able to catch her breath for a few years.”

Arianne nodded, “Then I’m leaving. Call me if you need anything.”

Just as she had spoken, she noticed a black Rolls-Royce parked not too far away. She remembered the car plate number all too well—it was Mark’s car…

It took Brian a quick moment to get down from the car, walk up to her, and take her handbag. “Time to go, Madam.”

Arianne did not expect to see Mark here. She looked at Will and Tiffany then followed Brian into the car without another word.

Mark’s expression in the car was difficult to read. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

He looked out at the passing buildings. “Why can’t I be here?” he asked in a chilly voice.

She was momentarily at a loss for words. She fell silent before speaking, “Tiffie’s dad has passed away. I’m here to help with the funeral.”

She thought that Mark would continue interrogating her, but he suddenly changed the subject. “John Lane is dead. The money no longer needs to be returned.”

Arianne was taken aback, unsure of what he meant by this. She racked her brains for a moment then said, “Tiffie won’t go without paying you back. The large sum is under her mother’s name too. Both husband and wife share it. Her father may be dead, but she’ll still pay you back.”

It was already dark. All of Tremont Estate was brightly lit.

Mary was overjoyed when she saw Arianne arriving home with Mark. “Madam, I’ve made your favorites—prawns and salmon! You loved these the most as a kid. These were air-flown and very fresh when they arrived… I’ve used all-spice on the prawns to mask the fishy smell. You can rest easy and enjoy them. Go wash up and enjoy your meal!”

Arianne instinctively gulped. She did like prawns and salmon sashimi when she was a kid. She hadn’t been able to enjoy them for a long time. The years had passed by like a blur. Now that she was pregnant, she suddenly had a craving.

By the time she sat at the table, Mark still hadn’t come downstairs. She was too scared to touch her cutlery. The fragrance from the all-spiced prawns was making her restless. Mary, who noticed her craving, indulgently peeled a prawn for her. “Have a taste. Sir specifically ordered these yesterday. Probably because he remembered how much you loved eating them.”

She lowered her eyelids and did not reply. How could Mark possibly remember her favorite foods?