Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 231

Jackson clicked his tongue. “Your face is ruined. He’s too harsh.”

Not used to a table full of men and not being able to chat along as the only woman, Arianne took a few bites and stood up. “I’m full. You guys enjoy the meal.”

Mark nodded. She went to sit down on the couch at the living room while Rice Ball snuggled into her embrace naturally.

Jackson was slightly surprised by the scene. “That cat is pretty fat…”

Mark sighed without saying anything, but Jackson caught the oddity. “Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect this. You were the most afraid of furry animals in the past and now you have one at home. Looks like someone’s influence on you is quite strong, eh?”

Still not saying anything, Mark glared at him but with upturned lips. His gaze involuntarily fleeted to the living room.

When they were done with the meal, it was nearly ten at night. Jackson and Eric were tipsy when they left, and Mark was in a no better state. This was Arianne’s first time feeling that the huge Tremont Estate felt somewhat alive. It used to be dead silent. In her impression, this was the first time Jackson and Eric came to the estate as well.

Mark called out to the living room when he headed upstairs. “Ari, come up!”

Arianne jolted. How much did he drink? Why was he suddenly using her nickname? It was making her anxious…

Mary, who was cleaning up the dining table, went to the living room and kept giving her looks. “Go, go. Sir is asking for you.”

Before she collected herself, Mark suddenly flipped them around and caged her below him, kissing her lips swiftly. Perhaps he was really drunk, for his kisses were less than gentle and they pained her lips. Fear instinctively crept up in Arianne. If Mark were sober, she would only be slightly more nervous. She had always been more afraid of his drunken side.

As Mark’s kisses traveled to her fair neck, Arianne finally pushed his chest with both of her hands. “You’re drunk… Let me ask Mary to make you some tea.”

He pinned both of Arianne’s hands above her head. “No need. Don’t be afraid, I know what I’m doing…”

Listening to his words, Arianne felt parched for no reason. Like a fish out of water, she subconsciously stuck the tip of her tongue out to lick her lips, not expecting the action to trigger another onslaught of kisses from Mark… She felt like she was swept away by a tidal wave without any ability to counter.