Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1847

En route to Mateo’s funeral, Arianne passed by the man’s Chinese restaurant.

The day was still young, so naturally, the shop had not opened, and at that moment it looked rather barren. Empty, even.

As empty as a place would be when its master was gone, Arianne reckoned.

She put on a pair of shades and a mask once she reached her destination to avoid recognition. Although many had shown up to pay their last respect, which should make her stand out even less, Arianne still felt a little antsy and unsafe about her appearance.

The ever-perceptive Melanie quickly located Arianne despite the volume of people after a careful glance. They nodded at each other in acknowledgement and had a simple exchange.

And then they let silence drown them both.

As below, so above. Grey overcast hung above the crowd today, with none of the sun’s light in sight. The air was sultry; it was as though a dollop of the endless dark clouds in the sky had taken to cling to every attendant, squeezing against their chest with no sign of letting go.

Everyone was comforting Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez. Mrs. Rodriguez, in particular, was holding Mateo’s picture in her hands with uncontrolled tears welling in her eyes. She looked so fragile and infirm; Arianne wondered if she would topple just by a gust of wind. God, the woman had looked so much gaunter than she last saw her.

Despite their tragedy, the grieving family still had to brace the crew of relentless media and reporters, whose chase for stories had brought them to the funeral as well.

Arianne and Melanie stood at a distance away from the focal point, consciously putting in a wide berth. It was then that Geralt Bernard, dressed in a black suit, suddenly materialized nearby. He yanked Arianne’s wrist and said in an undertone, “You’re here?”

Arianne was a little puzzled by his reaction. As she retracted her hand from him quietly, she replied, “Yes, I am. I’ve thought about this, and I believe I should say my last goodbye. In the end, Mateo and I were still friends… even if for a while. Don’t worry about me. With this mask on, they won’t recognize me.”

Geralt seemingly chewed his words before lowering his eyes to the floor pensively. A while later, he murmured, “Thought you wouldn’t be.”

Two reporters began striding toward them, apparently recognizing the forensic expert and wanting to ask for more intimate details about the case from him. Worried that the reporters would notice Arianne, Geralt quickly walked away and left her.

“You two close with each other?” Melanie asked quizzically.