Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 506

The chauffeur asked carefully, “Then… what about you?”

Mark’s patience had vanished. “Why are you asking about me? Who hired you? Did you take out your brain? Get me someone smarter!”

…

Downstairs of the apartment, Mark saw that the lights in Arianne’s unit were turned on as he stepped into the elevator. He could not wait to see her and speak to her, even if he ended up being scolded by her…

He had thought about taking it slow, but after seeing her today, he could no longer hold back. The forced patience felt like he was being bitten by millions of ants. He had endured it for countless nights, especially when she had been afraid of going home alone at night. He wanted to charge up and tell her that he had always been there for her…

Arriving at her door, Mark hesitated for a long time before knocking on it, but he received no response. The residential area was a decent one around, but the small scale of the apartment meant that the soundproofing was weaker. He could vaguely make out the noise of water flowing and guessed that Arianne was showering. He could only wait for her.

Suddenly, his phone in his suit jacket’s pocket rang. Frowning, Mark picked it up and answered grumpily, “What?”

The smile in Jackson’s voice was obvious when he asked, “How’s your progress? Don’t tell me that you didn’t even get to hold her hand.”

The veins on Mark’s forehead throbbed. “Jackson, do you want to die?”

Jackson laughed even louder. “Don’t be like that. I’m just concerned about you. You sure you don’t want my help? Can you do it alone? I’m sure you won’t even be able to step into her house unless you’re forcing yourself in.”

Mark calmed down for a minute and found himself asking, “Tell me, what are your thoughts?”

Jackson did not speak instantly. After a while, he told him his idea with a lowered voice, “What’s Arianne like? You know that she’s tenderhearted. You have to play pitiful to get her sympathy. If you call her pitifully and tell her that you’re dying, do you think she’ll leave you to die? You’d have done it already if you were thinking of being forceful. Since you don’t want to do that, do according to what I say.”

Mark hung up swiftly upon hearing what Jackson said. His mind worked fast to consider what he had to do to look adequately pitiful and earn Arianne’s sympathy so that she’d willingly let him go through the door…

The wound on his forehead was bleeding, but it was only a minor injury that did not affect him too much. After the several blows from the chauffeur, Mark did not feel too good. He could not even straighten himself up when he walked. Entering the elevator, he had to hold the wall, as he could barely stand upright.

He knocked on Arianne’s door again after exiting the elevator. Her alert voice swiftly sounded inside the unit, “Who is it?”

Mark breathed in deeply. “It’s me…”

It quieted down inside, and it took a while before she replied, “Is something the matter? Otherwise, you can leave. I’m going to bed.” Her retreating footsteps were then heard, but Mark could no longer bring himself to speak louder. He felt a stickiness on his back; he was probably bleeding there. Fishing his phone out to call Arianne, the line connected promptly and she sounded cold. “What do you want?”

Mark’s voice was genuinely weak, “I… ran into some trouble…”

The call wasn’t disconnected, but neither did Arianne say anything. The door soon opened, and Mark sighed in relief as he looked up at her.