Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 391

What fueled Arianne’s dallying had less to do with it being a hard choice and more to do with Mark’s sudden change of outlook in the matter. It was enough to make her second-guess herself and wonder if she had taken her conclusion too far. Could it be that reconciliation was possible? Were there indeed sound reasons to look the other way for Ethan?

Ultimately, this was a private matter between Tiffany and Ethan; the last thing Arianne wanted was for it to spark an argument between her and Mark.

“Alright, I’ll mull it over,” she relented, before adding, “You know, if it was meant to end this way, then you shouldn’t have told me anything in the first place. I mean, how do you expect me to pretend I know nothing now? Gosh! Anyway, it’s getting late, and I wanna go home. You coming?”

Mark was never the kind to spend the night in his office, and now that she had come to him personally, it threw his only reason to do so out of the window. “Let’s go.”

Meanwhile, inside a hospital ward, a fatigued Tiffany Lane was dozing off on the armrest after spreading herself wide over the couch.

Going through work during the day followed by taking care of Ethan at night in the hospital would be toilsome to a superwoman, let alone plain old Tiffany. She counted herself lucky that it was a private ward furnished with a couch, or she would have no place to catch even a wink of sleep.

Shrouded in the dark, Ethan watched her with a pensive side-eyed glance. A moment later, he straightened his back and sat up. “Tiffie,” he crooned.

She raised her head blearily. “What’s wrong? Bathroom?”

He shook his head with a smile. “No, I’m fine, thank you. I think I’ve recovered well enough to be discharged tomorrow, so why don’t you go home? I feel bad seeing how exhausted you are.”

Tiffany eyed the time and decided against staying. “Okay, then. Call me tomorrow once you’ve returned home.”

He nodded. “My car’s in the basement parking lot — it’s the same car you gifted me; I’m sure you’ll recognize it right away. Drive home with that. I can arrange my ride for tomorrow.”

She took up the offer straight away, grabbing the key before leaving the hospital in her groggy state. It was only after the cooling night breeze washed over her face that she finally became more lucid.

Tiffany stared at the car key in her hand as mixed feelings bubbled in her chest. He was driving the same car she had gifted him back then even after he had earned more than enough to replace it. Then, the first thing he had done after it was wrecked in the car crash was to repair it. That just made doubting the sincerity of his proclamation of love even less apt, right? Yet, Tiffany just could not seem to conjure the same ardor and passion she used to have toward him not too long ago.

She arrived at the ground floor of her residence. Shortly after disembarking from the car, Summer West suddenly materialized from the shadows. “Tiffie, dear, please tell me you weren’t just fooling around with Jackson.”

Tiffany’s return was greeted by an empty nest where Lilian was nowhere in sight. After a bath, she threw herself onto her bed and checked her phone, only finding Ethan’s text message that said, “Text me when you’ve reached home.”

She replied to him and cast her phone aside. When lethargy gradually and finally displaced her simmering consternation, she drifted off to sleep.

Tiffany was roused in the early morning by the news from Lilian’s radio: “The heat is predicted to rise for these few days, so the public is advised to take extra precautions in protecting yourselves…”

Lilian appeared to be in an ecstatic mood. She had dressed herself up nicely and was applying a thick layer of sunscreen on her face, wearing the look of someone preparing to have a great time outside.

Tiffany blearily hoisted herself up from her bed. “Are you going out, Mom?”

“Mm-hmm!” Lilian replied between humming a tune. “I’ve got something to do today. You take care of yourself. Don’t run around places after work and just go straight back home, ‘cause this heat can kill!”

Tiffany had not seen her mother acting so convivial for ages; she could not help but be suspicious. “You’re awfully chipper today, Mom. Did you win the national lottery or something?”