Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 52

Smelling the stinging perfume scent, Mark Tremont instinctively pushed her away in repulsion. Both his gaze and tone were extremely icy. “Stay away!”

The whole booth was dead silent, only saved by the bar’s blaring music.

Aery Kinsey was startled, teary-eyed and shaken, as it was also her first time to see this side of Mark Tremont. “Mark darling… why are you so mean to me? I’m just concerned…”

The bargirls beside them did not dare make even a sound. The entire city knew that Mark Tremont was gentle and flawless, the epitome of perfection, as he was always amiable to everyone and anything.

Jackson West and Eric Nathaniel, however, were not the least bit surprised. Having known each other for over a decade, they probably understood each other better than themselves.

Worried that a scandal would break out if someone were to make a fuss, both men hoisted Mark Tremont up. “Let’s go back?”

“I don’t want to see her…” Mark Tremont mumbled faintly.

“Then where do you want to go? Eric will send you. He didn’t drink today, he can drive,” offered Jackson.

Nothing came from Mark Tremont for quite a while. Eric then suggested, “We’ll go to a hotel and decide after he sobers up. I’ll send him. You have fun.”

Jackson West agreed since he had yet to enjoy the nightlife to his heart’s content. “I’ll leave him to you then.”

Aery Kinsey left the bar with Eric Nathaniel and Mark Tremont, Eric asked her after they got into the car, “Aery Kinsey, you going back? I’ll send you first, then Mark after.”

Eric leaned against his seat and answered nonchalantly, “We’ll wait for a bit. Mark’s drunk too much. What if he suddenly throws up? We’ll see how he’s doing and go when he isn’t gonna puke. I just bought this car, let’s be a bit cautious.”

Aery Kinsey was unable to rebut. She had asked her chauffeur to leave when she arrived at the bar earlier, not planning to go home anyway. It was either she let Eric Nathaniel drive her or hail a cab on her own. She, however, would rather die than to sit in a cab that all sorts of people had ridden in, as it disgusted her.

When Arianne Wynn arrived, Eric Nathaniel spotted her swiftly and feigned coincidence, winding down the car window and greeting her, “Arianne!”

Arianne walked forward speedily when she saw him. “Where’s Mark Tremont?”

Aery Kinsey frowned and wound the window down to look at Arianne, as if challenging her. “He’s right beside me. Why? Are you here for him? He said that he doesn’t want to go back tonight. He doesn’t want to see you!”