Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1067

She could feel his alcoholic breath drawing closer and closer towards her. She turned her head to the said. “What are you doing? Go to sleep if you’re drunk. I’m tired…”

He suddenly caught her chin and forced her to look straight at him. Neither of them could see each other’s expressions clearly. Arianne’s heart was still racing. Every time she tried to leave, he would tighten his hold on her. She was left with no choice but to submit to his will. She did not want to show up at work on Monday with bruises.

Her soft lips were sealed. Her mind was muddled by the alcohol in his breath. Actually, he was still the same Mark, but for the fact that he had tried his best to put on a face that she liked in front of her. She didn’t know what she did to draw his ire. Was she not supposed to ask that question, or was she not supposed to snatch his liquor glass away?

Finally, he broke away. She heaved large, labored breaths to take in some fresh air. She was close to suffocation. Kisses were supposed to be beautiful and romantic. Why did they feel like they could crush her? Or had he used too much force?

She really didn’t want to debate with a drunk man. The only way was to wait until he was sober the next day, then talk. Catching him off guard, she used her petite body to her advantage and slipped away. She jumped off the bed and bolted towards the door. She had just put her hand on the door knob when she felt something tighten around her waist. Then, her feet were lifted off from the floor.

She struggled. “Don’t do this… You’re scaring me!”

Mark tensed and put her down. Just as she was about to reach out and open the door again, he forcibly pulled her back and put a hand on the door, pushing her up against the door with his body. He lowered his head and looked at her. “Ari, you’re being a very bad girl,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Arianne felt her legs buck as she leaned back against the door. Why did these words sound so familiar? Images from her past flashed across her mind. Had she grown too arrogant from his good graces? Had he decided that he wouldn’t tolerate her anymore? She had long felt that he had changed into a completely different person. Now, it seemed that he hadn’t changed at all… He had only been playing along with her after her pregnancy.

His kiss landed on her neck. His hot breath made her neck itch. She was too afraid to move. Her body stiffened, as if she had been bound by some sort of curse. This display in this dark room seemed no different from more than ten years ago. She felt slightly absent-minded. Did they really have a baby together, or was she simply dreaming?