Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 339

Looking at the watch, Arianne’s breath halted for a moment as she paled instantly. She was familiar with that watch, it was the one that Mark wore usually. She did not pay attention if anything was missing on his wrist when he came home last night… It also meant that he was with Aery before he came back to the Tremont Estate.

Taking in her change of expression, Aery placed the watch in front of her in contempt. “Don’t blame Mark, darling. He’s under a lot of pressure recently and you’re pregnant. It’s not convenient… Even if it’s not me, he’ll have other women too. You’ll be upset either way. I’m doing your duty for you, you don’t have to thank me though.”

Arianne picked up the watch and got up. “I'm going back to work if there’s nothing else.”

Fulfilling her goal, there was no need for Aery to stay longer. “Sure, tell Eric that his new company looks decent. Wish him a bright future for me.”

Returning to her desk, Arianne’s thoughts were complicated as she looked at the watch. After a while, she kept the watch and went back to work. Since it was Mark’s, she should return it to its rightful owner.

When she got back to the Tremont Estate at night, Mary had already prepared a steaming dinner. “Ari, wash your hands and eat. I heard sir saying that you think the dishes were too mild the last time, so I added some spice today. The elders say that it’s a son if you crave sour things while it’s a daughter if you crave spicy stuff. There must be two little girlies in your tummy!”

Arianne was not in the mood to joke. The watch in her purse felt like a ticking time bomb. “Mama Mary, is Mark coming home for dinner?”

Mary shook her head. “He called home, he’s not coming back to eat. He did say to ask you to sleep earlier after dinner and don’t wait up for him. Don’t worry, he’ll come home no matter how late it is with you here.”

After dinner, Arianne played with Rice Ball for a bit before going back to her room. She felt lighter after showering. Time passed slowly as she tried to force herself to stay awake. She wanted to wait for him to come home and return the watch to him personally.

It was nearly one at night when Mark’s car arrived at the Tremont Estate. He was slightly surprised when he discovered that Arianne was still wide awake sitting on the bed when he entered the bedroom. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Arianne took the watch out and passed it to him. “In case you’re still sleeping when I wake up tomorrow, it's not good to disturb you. So I waited until you’re home to pass this to you. Aery asked me to give it back to you.”

Looking at the watch, Mark’s gaze darkened a little. He didn’t take it. “Leave it there, I’m going to shower.”

“I really didn’t, stop imagining things. I said that I won’t contact her, I mean what I said. From then on, I’ve never contacted her.” Mark’s tone had a tinge of helplessness and fatigue.

“True, you didn’t contact her. She’s been the one contacting you. And you, you refuse nobody!” Arianne’s muffled voice seemed to be stained with a sob as it sounded incredibly sad. It did not feel right, so she switched to another tone and continued. “You know that I don’t like you having anything to do with her. Other women are fine, but not her. Other than giving me the watch, she also said that she’d make me return everything that Helen gave me. It’s impossible. I don’t want Helen’s things but if that’s what Aery wants, I won’t let go.”

In the dark, Mark’s hand went to her hips. After a two-second pause, he moved it away. “I didn’t welcome just anyone. It’s the situation I was in. Alright, you should sleep first. It’s too late.”

The next day, Arianne woke up late. Mark was actually earlier than her. If it had been the past, this would never happen. After getting pregnant, her sleeping time was no longer in her control. Arianne was surprised to find out that Mark did not wear the watch that Aery returned, he had instead changed into one that was the same brand and had a similar color.

Going to the yard, she greeted Henry who was trimming the branches. “Morning, Uncle Henry.”

Henry glimpsed at the sun above his head. “It’s not morning anymore… Madam, you seem to be in a good mood today.”