Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1121

Janice’s expression froze slightly into that of uncertainty. A few moments later, she recovered and held her palms together, bidding farewell. “If you’d excuse me…”

After she left, Mark yanked Davy into his office and lambasted, “You’ve got one job, Davy—just one! Your seat is right outside my office door, and you can’t even guard my door? Since when have I ever allowed anyone to enter my space without my explicit permission? This floor is a restricted area, and unless it’s something urgent, no one would be able to come in, got it? This is my last warning, Davy. If I see Janice Bell inside my office without my knowledge, you’re fired!”

Davy was dumbfounded. “B-But, Sir, I’ve never seen you express any problem with this? A-And the two of you always seem so close, and so I thought you wouldn’t mind something like this,” he explained. “Then there’s the fact that she has this charismatic way with people and knows the exact right word at the exact right time. It’s not easy resisting a charming young lady like that! B-B-But I get it now. Next time, I definitely won’t let her in anymore.”

Mark drew out a long breath. “That’s it. Get out now! You infuriate me!”

Cold sweat beads oozed out of Davy as he glumly and obediently returned to his post and continued to “guard the door.” He might be Mark’s personal assistant, but most of his days were spent idle rather than being busy. Mark gave him very few things, so all he ever did was arranging his boss’s agenda-of-the-day or tidying the documents Mark required. As for the rest of his time at work, his job was reduced to staring into space, which was deceptively great but really just made him a glorified watchdog.

Janice, meanwhile, never threw away the button Mark had given her. Instead, she kept it in a safe, tight place, knowing full well the implication behind her choice. But it was something she did not regret because she could not help but admire Mark fervidly. Every time she saw him, she felt like she had ascended into space filled with stars, and he was the most brilliant one in the galaxy. So many shone brightly, but none of them attracted her attention as much as him.

Arianne, bored during a break gap in the morning, sent Mark a message that began with a photo of the coffee she had just ordered. ‘The day’s early, and I’m free already. I guess I picked the right place to work. It’s not hectic here.’

Mark heard his phone beeped, but he ignored it and continued focusing on the documents in his hand. It could not be Arianne, he reckoned, since she never texted him on her own accord.

About 10 minutes passed when he finished reading his document. He decided to casually check his phone—before his fingers instantly flew into a frenzy as he typed his reply: ‘I’m so sorry, I was busy. I didn’t see your message. Drink less coffee please, Smore still needs your milk.’

Arianne read the message but opted not to reply. Prior to texting him, she read somewhere on the Internet that people always replied to their lovers’ messages instantly—a statement that aroused her curiosity enough to make her try. Unfortunately, he took way too much time only to lecture her about having coffees. It killed the mood to chat with him.