Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 65

Unfortunately, Ethan couldn’t hear her and continued showering; most likely, the bathroom was sound proof.

Soon, the bodyguard snatched the room card from Tiffany and unlocked the door. Arianne was now face to face with Mark—it was like looking at a field of snow. The look in his eyes made her feel very guilty, even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. She timidly backed away...

Tiffany struggled out of the bodyguard’s restraints, rushed forward, and shielded Arianne. “Mark Tremont, if you have something to say, be civilized about it. I’m just as anxious as you are! However, can we wait for Ethan to come out of the bathroom before straightening this out? I’m certain that Ari isn’t that kind of a person, and neither is Ethan!”

Ethan finally noticed that something wasn’t right outside. He put on his bathrobe and walked out, only to find a large group in his room. “What’s going on?” he asked, taken aback.

Mark’s gaze turned cold. Tiffany snapped irritably, “You’re asking me? How should I know?”

Ethan finally made sense of the situation and quickly explained, “I have some matters to discuss with Arianne. Just as we arrived at the hotel, I dirtied my clothes while I was eating. So I took a shower…” Before he could finish, Mark icily cut him off. “If you’re going to make excuses, at least use your brain!”

Ethan couldn’t be bothered to repeat his explanation. He turned to Tiffany. “Is that what you think too? That I’m lying to you?”

Tiffany looked at him, then turned to Arianne. After a few moments of hesitation, she was about to answer when Ethan smiled. “Alright. No need to say a word. Let’s all agree that there’s something between us!”

Mark shot Arianne a look, lifted his hand, then turned around and left.

The two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged Arianne out. Even though they were not manhandling her, Arianne felt as if she were drawn and quartered. Was he that suspicious of her? Was she a slut to him, just because of whatever happened three years ago?

Mark wore a terrifying expression the entire way home. Arianne lowered her gaze and stayed silent. She didn’t feel like explaining anything. Everything you say is considered a lie when someone doesn’t trust you anyway.

This time, Mark did not put out his cigarette. Instead, he chose to be indifferent. The bottle of whiskey on the table next to him was half finished.

Arianne tried her best to breathe as little as possible and walked behind him. “What do you want to say?”

Mark’s finger tensed and changed the shape of the cigarette between his fingers. “Do you think I’d say anything?”

The atmosphere had reached a deadlock, quiet like a wild animal in the night, ready to swallow its prey at any moment.

Then, the glassware on the small table was swept onto the ground. Mark’s anger finally erupted. He got up and grabbed her shoulder. “Are you that anxious?! Anyone will do, right?! I’m still alive!”