Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 536

Mark sat on the couch and fiddled with his laptop. After a few seconds, he spoke up, “You were sound asleep. In fact, you were snoring as well. How was I supposed to wake you?”

She was snoring? Arianne was embarrassed. She had no idea that she snored, and he had listened to that the entire night? She cleared her throat before she said, “Thank you for last night. I won’t bother you any longer. Please excuse me.”

She was left with no choice last night so she had come to the hotel. She would look like an ingrate if she was cold and distant toward him now.

“Have a bite before you leave. I’ve ordered takeout. It’ll be here soon,” Mark replied simply.

“No need. I’ll have something to eat when I get home.” Arianne instinctively rejected him.

“Jackson hasn’t called yet,” Mark said as he closed his laptop. He rose to his feet and looked at her.

Arianne hesitated. If Jackson had not called, it meant they had not left the condominium. It would be inappropriate for her to go home now. “Alright, then. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Although Mark was annoyed at how she spoke to him like they were strangers, he kept his mouth shut.

Soon after, the takeout arrived.

Arianne felt uneasy about the free meal so she took the initiative to open the packaging and distribute the cutleries. The meals were obviously from Jackson’s restaurant. They smelled, looked, and tasted great. It was very appetizing.

Mark put a lot of the dishes he had ordered on her plate. He said in a surprisingly gentle tone, “You’ve lost weight.”

Arianne tightened her grip around her cutleries, too afraid to lift her head to look into his eyes. Had he ever concerned himself with her weight over the years? She had been longing for his kindness for more than ten years. Now that she managed to receive it, she discovered it no longer felt like how she thought it would feel.

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Back in the condominium.

Tiffany was awakened by the delicious smell of food. She thought that Arianne was cooking so she leaped out of bed with her messy bed hair and walked into the kitchen,

Jackson cocked an eyebrow as he stared at her. “In vino veritas — in wine, there’s truth. I’m going with this.”

It was not easy for her to take that step, and it was all spoiled because of alcohol. “You’re lying! I was drunk!”

He suddenly looked stern. “Tiffany Lane, don’t think I’m unaware of what goes on in your mind. I don’t think you’re a burden, and I’ll always be faithful to you. I certainly won’t abandon you. I’ve always known that you’re naive and have no special talents. But I love you, just the way you are. If my goal is to find an appropriate match, why would I choose you? You don’t have to fret about my future. You’re not ‘nothing’. You make me happy, you make me want to get married. This is something that no one can ever achieve. Do you understand me?”

Tiffany’s eyes were brimming with tears. She was silent and simply focused on her food. Once the familiar taste of his cooking had left her taste buds, tears finally streamed down her face. “Stop talking about marriage all the time. It’s not like we’re playing house. This is a lifetime commitment. You might be able to promise me this now, but everything changes with time. It’s not that I’m afraid that you don’t love me, but that you might one day stop loving me. I’m a normal person. You’re Jackson West. What gives me the right to hope?”

“Because I am willing. Because you’re the only one I’ll ever want,” Jackson replied, enunciating every word clearly.

She bit her lips, forcing back her sobs. Tears dripped down onto her plate. He had slowly smashed through her defenses and hard-earned resolve.

Jackson took a piece of tissue paper and wiped away her tears. “Alright, don’t cry. Next time, don’t ever ask for a break up so willfully again. If you didn’t get drunk and call me, things might have really ended between us. I think I’m still kind of traumatized.”