Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1797

Mark had never divulged on his past relationships, and he did not intend to let loose a whiff of a clue now. “You said so yourself. How is it plausible that someone like me could ever deign to pine for anyone? As if there’s anyone in this world who’s worthy.”

‘As if anyone’s worthy’? What, not even Arianne herself was worthy?!

She swung a fist gently at him. “Oh, sorry I’ve asked, then! I forgot that none of us mortals deserve someone as highfalutin and above-it-all as you. Yep, none whosoever deserve your immortal affection; nope, nada, zilch!”

Anyone who could read between the lines would hear her offended undertone. Yet, Mark seemed to have committed one of the cardinal sins the male species was sometimes accused of—either their crippling inability to interpret things beyond their literal meaning, or their inclination to feign that inability. “Do refrain from stating the obvious.”

Arianne was miffed. “Oh, so even I’m unworthy, then? Someone’s making this seem as if I was the one who was pining for you back then!”

Mark’s lips quivered slightly. “Please. You’re not someone I’ve pined for—you’re someone I’ve made mine.”

Damn him and his gift of gab. He always possessed just the right amount of suave glibness!

A busy mundane life always seemed to make time pass faster. A week passed in what felt like a blink of an eye, and by next Monday, Smore would begin formal schooling. Truthfully, there was still a summer break before his school formally began, but the Tremonts had signed their son up for summer classes to help ease him into his school life, with the side hope that their son could learn something too. Smore had become quite naughty at home, and no one knew how to discipline him.