Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1596

Mark could feel his head throbbing as he crossed to his desk and opened his lunchbox. “Look, it wasn’t satisfying, okay? She got me something I didn’t really like. But this one—the one you brought me? Mm, just what I like. You’ve had your breakfast, right?” he said. “Anyway, you should go back to work. I need to head out after this breakfast.”

Arianne sighed. “If she weren’t your aunt, I would have thought I’m battling a new love rival or something,” she remarked. “She knows you like the back of her hand. Heck, she’s even more attentive to your every microscopic need that I am.”

Mark grimaced. “That’s just ridiculous, no?”

Arianne let out the mother of all snorts before turning on her heels and starting toward the door.

Mark waited. When he was sure she had gone far outside his office, he called out to Davy instantly. “You told her, didn’t you? Damn it, are you dimwitted or what?” he grumbled. “I can’t believe that even after all this time of being my personal assistant, you still haven’t internalized the age-old adage of ‘loose lips sink ships?’ Do you even have any inkling of the line between what could be said and what couldn’t?”

Davy slouched in defeat. “I-I-In my defense, Mr. Tremont, I thought she was the one who sent you breakfast earlier today, so I, you know, wondered under my breath. You gotta’ admit that it was an honest gaffe, right…?”

Mark wondered if he could open up Davy’s skull and check its content. “Shouldn’t you know by now? Arianne only ever sends me breakfast if her mood strikes just right! The next time you’re unsure of something, hold your tongue. Got it?”

Curiosity bubbled into Davy’s face. “Oh, but I honestly think Madam is being really nice to you, you know? Don’t you think so?… Why?”

Mark rubbed his temples in resignation. “When have I ever said she isn’t anything but nice to me? On the contrary, I think I’m the one who’s lacking… You know what? Can you stop interrogating like a five-year-old and their endless questions? Have you got no work to do?”

That late evening, Arianne received a text from Mark. She was to have dinner with him tonight, and so she should wait for him after work.

Arianne had thought this was a date night in disguise, but upon arriving at White Water Bay, she met Alejandro and Melanie, who were already waiting for them. It was an apology dinner, after all.

Melanie had brought Millie along. She was now about a year old, the age where babies were at their cutest. Even Mark couldn’t help but ogle her for a little too long.

Once the dishes were laid out on the table, Alejandro’s irreverent attitude reared its head. “Well, well, well. The two of you sure make an interesting pair. One apology gift after another—I’m so flattered that I’m beginning to feel embarrassed.”