Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 355

Once the dishes had been served, she picked up her knife and fork enthusiastically, then buried her head into her food before suddenly realizing that there was a certain someone sitting across from her. All of a sudden, she felt embarrassed.

Mark had just been discharged and did not have a very good appetite. He nibbled a little before Brian sent him back to his room. By the time Arianne went back upstairs, Brian had already washed and cleaned him. Due to his wounds, he could not hop into the shower straightaway. This was torture to a germaphobe like Mark.

“I’ll sleep in the guest room.” She found the sight of the wounds riddled all over his body to be very frightening. She was worried about accidentally touching them in the middle of the night. She couldn’t bear to think of the consequences.

“Mm,” he replied casually. He had long been afraid of her belly anyway, so it would be a good idea to sleep in separate beds.

After an unknown amount of time, Arianne was awakened by a noise. She picked up her phone to check the time — it was one in the morning. No one would dare make any noise in the middle of the night while Mark was at home. She got up and went to check at the stairway. A guest seemed to have arrived, and Henry was attending to him.

After a while, the noise died down and she went back to her room to sleep. Sleep soon engulfed her and she awoke past ten in the morning the next day.

She remembered the noises she had heard last night during breakfast and asked Mary, “Did someone visit the estate last night?”

Mary curled her lips, looking bad-tempered, “Yes, a bad seed. Mr. Tremont refused to see him and told Henry to send him away. If you asked me, if you give someone money once, he’ll definitely come again. You’ll never get rid of him.”

“Who was it?” Arianne asked, confused.

Mary lowered her voice, “Mr. Tremont’s uncle. He was always bad news, even at a young age. He committed a crime and was found out by the Old Mr. Tremont—that is, the current Mr. Tremont’s grandfather—then, was chased out of the house. At the time, the house was in a huge mess and many people died. That fellow never showed his face, and I suppose he’s become so poor that he can’t survive any longer, so he’s come to ask Mr. Tremont for some money. After the older Mr. Tremont chased that hooligan away, he left a letter saying that the Tremonts’ wealth had nothing to do with him, and I think he was given some money to ensure that he stayed away. He has probably spent it all and has now gotten desperate. He’s still scum.”

Arianne had no memory of this “uncle” that Mary had mentioned. He was probably thrown out of the Tremont Estate before her arrival.

Mark wheeled himself to the study with a deadpan look, “Come with me.”

Jude was dressed like a beggar, probably to garner sympathy. If one really had to differentiate, he was cleaner than a beggar and was wearing flip-flops. The sight of it did not blend well with such a luxurious setting.

In the study, Mark lowered his voice on purpose. His cold, deep and grim voice sounded as if he had come from the depths of hell, “Do you want to die?”

Jude’s expression stiffened. A glint of fear flashed across his eyes. Then, as if he remembered something, he sat on Mark’s regular office chair, “Stop trying to scare me, Mark. I know that you’re just as vicious as your dad. You two have inherited that old man’s cold-hearted mercilessness. I may be useless, but I’m the most humane one in the Tremont family. You can’t deny that, right? I just want money, no need to kick up a fuss. It’s not like you’re lacking in that department. After all, I’m probably your only relative. Oh no, I almost forgot, you have a half-brother, same father, different mother. Although, he’s a bast*rd.”

Mark gently drummed his slender fingers rhythmically against his wheelchair. His dark eyes rose with ripples of emotion, “That’s right, I have no lack of money. However, I don’t like being threatened or to pander to someone’s never-ending demands. Grandpa gave you money when he disowned you from the Tremont family that year. Aside from your name, you have no connection to the Tremonts. I helped you out of kindness. It’s also my prerogative to refuse you help.”