Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 83

Just as Tiffany was about to leave, her gaze landed on Ethan as he nonchalantly turned on his computer again. He didn’t even bother to look at her or send her to the door.

She took a deep breath after shutting the door. This was not the first time that she felt tired. This time, the feeling was much stronger than usual.

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At the Tremont Estate, Arianne was completely unaware of whatever happened to Tiffany. She went straight back into the art studio after purchasing supplies. She only cleaned up and went downstairs when Mary called her down for dinner at night.

She realized that every time Mary called her “Madam”, it meant that Mark was home.

As expected, she found Mark sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine when she arrived downstairs.

“Time for dinner,” Arianne reminded him.

Mark closed his magazine and walked to the dining room. He didn’t show much of a reaction or look at her.

This was strange to her. They were fine during their dinner at White Water Bay Café. Why was everything so tense today?

“What’s wrong?” Arianne softly asked at the dinner table. “What have I done wrong this time?”

Her eyes shone with yearning for a more harmonious situation. Despite everything, the pair had been together for many years and she didn’t want to live in a state of hostility every day.

Mark put down his cutlery and stared at her apathetically. “Will Sivan will be back on the first day of the next month.”

She was surprised. He had mentioned this before, but she never took it seriously, nor could she understand why he would let Will return all of a sudden. “Why?”

After ending the call, she stared at the half-drawn picture on her sketch board, tore it off, and threw it into the rubbish bin. She had been working on this picture for two weeks but couldn't complete it in the end. She had lost her mood and couldn’t continue drawing it.

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Arianne lay on her bed, unable to fall asleep during the wee hours of the morning. She couldn’t understand why she was suffering from insomnia. Mark wasn’t around, but she had gotten used to this long ago. It was such a huge bed, she couldn’t even occupy one third of it.

She suddenly heard the sound of a car outside. Then, someone pushed the door open. She could see his tall and slim figure very clearly in the dark. He stumbled with every step. He had been drinking and had quite a lot to drink to boot.

She pretended to be asleep, trying her best to steady her breathing. Perhaps this would give her a chance to get through the night peacefully…

Mark staggered into the bathroom. When he stepped out, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn’t change into his pajamas but went straight to bed.