Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 548

When he got in the car, he realized that Arianne had chosen to sit in the passenger seat this time. He didn’t set off in a hurry and just turned the air-conditioning to the max, then tried to start a conversation. Perhaps even he himself didn’t even notice how cautiously he was acting. “Can you fall asleep this early?”

Arianne gave him a small smile. “I’ll be tired enough to sleep after cleaning up the house and taking a bath. Truth be told, I’m already sleepy now. I’m pretty much exhausted every day. You’re using your brain to make money, but I’m doing physical labor.”

Mark paused for a moment. “Actually, you can use your brain too…”

Arianne tried to joke with him. “Use my brain to be a Mrs. Tremont and rely on you to support me? Surely you jest. You know that I don’t like relying on someone else’s support. Mark, I’ve thought about it. Jackson and Tiffie may get married. Given your close relationship with him, I’m sure we’ll be running into each other quite often. I can’t hate you to the point where we can’t coexist on this planet, but I can’t bring myself to be Mrs. Tremont either. So… Do you want to consider a divorce? It wouldn’t be a bad thing to just remain friends.”

At this moment, Mark finally understood what she was scheming. Be friends with him? Not just anyone is worthy of being his friend. The word ‘friend’ was meant to draw a clear line between them—he could only look at her but not touch her in the future. Could he accept that?

“Ari, when did you learn how to joke? That’s a lame one. If you’re talking about friends with benefits, then I can consider it. If it’s normal friends, then forget it.”

Arianne finally couldn’t hold herself back anymore. “Mark Tremont!”

Mark’s lips curled into a smile. “You were the one who started it. Let me tell you now, I’m not after just your body, but your entire being. You were the one who promised that you wouldn’t mention a divorce. As long as we are not divorced, you’ll remain as Mrs. Tremont.”

Arianne blocked him out in her anger. It was evident that their conversation had gone south. “Send me home now or let me out, I’ll go back by myself!”

Mark started his car. “Of course, I’ll send you home. It’s only right for me to send my lady home.”

Pissed, she pulled her seatbelt hard to vent her anger. He didn’t have to keep reminding her of her identity!

For some unknown reason, Mark thought that she was extremely cute when she was angry so he wasn’t bothered by her behavior. “Pull it as hard as you want. That thing isn’t worth any money.”

His tone didn’t sound like he was joking, so Arianne cracked open the door skeptically. The grim look on his face alarmed her. “W-What’s… wrong?”

Mark pushed open the door and walked in. He sat down on the sofa and lit a cigarette. “Rice Ball is gone.”

Arianne stiffened, and her face turned pale. “What’s going on? It was fine before you came here, right? When did it happen?”

He roughly narrated the situation, and as expected, Arianne didn’t believe that Rice Ball died of natural causes. She shouted emotionally at him, “How could it die of old age? Normal cats can live for more than ten years! It’s not even that old in the first place! It must have died because you neglected to inform someone to take care of it! I should have taken it away with me… instead of letting it stay with you!”

Mark didn’t argue. He never liked small animals, especially those with fur. He loathed Rice Ball when he first saw him around his house. It was only for Arianne’s sake that he slowly tried to accept it and ended up truly liking the little fella. He was even upset at himself for not bringing Rice Ball here along with him; at least, Arianne could have been with it at its last breath. Although he wasn’t really at fault, he didn’t have the confidence to emphasize his innocence in this matter.

He knew that Rice Ball wasn’t only a pet to Arianne, but her spiritual sustenance. Hence, he could understand her reaction.