Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 862

The first thing Mark did after his meeting was to call Arianne. “How is it? All is fine, isn’t it? No cause for concerns?”

Arianne had just about finished her business at the pediatric department, so she had the mood to poke fun. “Hmm, are you asking about your son or me?”

Mark’s lips quivered. “I’m asking about both. Don’t try to bait me.”

Arianne espied Smore slumbering gently in Mary’s arms and replied, “It was nothing big. There’s no fever; he’s just suffering from a very mild case of cold, a runny nose, and coughs. The doctor said he’s too young for medication, so it’s down to making sure he’s all warmed up and drinking plenty of warm water. That’s the same order for me, too. I’m gonna breastfeed him, so I can’t take pills. So, yep, please have Brian send us home.”

Mark glanced at his wristwatch. “I’ll come personally. I have the time, anyway.”

He drove and fetched the group back to the Tremont Estate. Once they arrived home, Mary immediately brought the child into the nursery room while Mark swooped Arianne off her feet and bolted into their bedroom.

“We didn’t have fun at all last night, did we? Let me return what I owe you,” he declared.

Arianne’s cheeks began to burn. “In the middle of the day?” she exclaimed softly. “So this is why you personally sent us home? It’s all for this? God, you’re quite something, aren’t you…”

Smelling the scent of milk from him, she giggled, prompting him to stare at her quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

“Change into a new one before you go out later, alright?” Arianne said as she unbuttoned his blazer. “On our way to the hospital, our little sweetie had spilled milk all over your shirt. And now look at you, all manly and masculine while giving out this babyish-milky smell. It’s just the drollest, funniest thing ever! Hahaha!”

Mark finally understood what happened. His eyes darkened a little before he buried his head into her neck.

Indeed, motherhood had granted Arianne rounder, perkier features and reshaped her into a voluptuous figure. That was not all; a new odor, exclusive to a lactating mother, had emerged and blended dangerously with the youthful scent of a maiden, resulting in an intoxicating cocktail that swallowed Mark whole.

And he refused to come out of it.

Perhaps his hunger had gone on for way too long. He was not particularly gentle; even his more tender moments were strewn with an untamed undertone. When she unconsciously tried to push him away, he seized her unruly hand and clamped the wrist above her head. The position laid every single peak and valley bare to him, and the more he drank in the view, the more maddened he became.

The dance was over. A dash of exhaustion bled into Arianne’s scarlet cheeks as locks of matted hair framed a body too contented with its stupor. Aware that someone’s appetite had yet been sated, she protested in a breathy voice that sounded like she was both on the verge of her tears and laughter, “N-no more, please. You need to get to work, Mark. And I… I may need a nap.”

Mark took his sweet time to rise from the bed slowly. “If that’s the case, then I bid you sweet dreams and a content rest,” he replied. “I may come home late tonight, so go ahead and have dinner without me. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? We’ll pay Granny a visit.”