Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 357

The fact that Jackson left Tiffany alone as soon as they arrived at the banquet hardly bothered her. She was content with simply enjoying her time there and all of the luxuries the party had to offer, even if she was surrounded by strangers.

The banquet hall, glowing in its opulent, golden glory, was the perfect site for the highfalutin ado typical of the upper-classes. Here, one could find famed elites in stylish garments as well as gentlemen and ladies in their most debonair manners. They were actors, all of them being perfectly aware of their roles and being more than keen to play them flawlessly.

Some of those mingling among genuine genteel, however, were also looking for a shortcut to high society — even if it meant having to sacrifice what little they had to complete the ruse. These types of men were business hawks, and the women gold diggers. Masked under layers of expensive brand-wears and jewellery, there might as well be an indulgent husk piloted by a compromised soul.

“What a coincidence seeing you in this part of the world.”

An oddly-familiar voice waltzed into Tiffany’s ears from behind, startling her. Steadying herself, she spun around and met Ethan Connor’s gaze.

“Why? Can someone like me not appear in a place like this?” she countered. “Honestly, these kinds of occasions are made for girls like me. Who knows, I might meet my Prince-billionaire-Charming right here and spring up the social ladder, don’t you think?”

Ethan gracefully nabbed two glasses of champagne from a waiter standing nearby and handed one of them to her. “Now, now. Whatever’s between us doesn’t warrant that much hostility.”

Tiffany accepted the glass. She could feel faint tinges of glum welling up in her chest, but it did not stop her from delivering another barbed repartee, “Unwarranted, you say? Ha! I beg to differ. What now? You put on a branded suit and some expensive watch after kicking me to the sidewalk, which makes me wonder, who’s the new sucker you’re currently mooching to get here? Have you brought her along? Frankly, I’m interested to see just how filthy-low you can go. Many gold-digging men won’t mind kissing the lips of some old, ugly, fat b*tches if she’s rich. Will you prove yourself to be one of them, hmm?”

The corner of Ethan’s lips curled up into a smile, utterly unbothered by her flippant accusation. “I didn’t come here by mooching on anyone. In fact, the only person who ever seemed like a ticket up society was you — and even then, I’ve never seen you like that.”

Tiffany’s eyes darted aside awkwardly. Her heart still could not stop accelerating whenever she espied every little blink of his eyes or the curvature above his jaw. Was it a cursed after-effect of having loved him with all of her being before? It pained her to admit it, but the Ethan now who had replaced his past, unruly waywardness with a suit and refined gentlemanliness was plain heart-throbbing. And now here he was, saying these ridiculous words that, even more ridiculously, made her heart thump.

Tiffany, however, prided herself as someone who would not only let the past go but also never deign to plead for someone to come back to her. “Please, save your breath from those cheesy pick-up lines. Really missing your old flame after hanging out in the hedonistic world for a while, aren’t you?” she snapped. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not a deb who will spread her legs for any man who says pretty words and spends a little cash on her, so I suggest you move on to whatever agenda of the day you have right now. I don’t care if it’s to expand your business or social-engineering, I just don’t make a habit out of wasting time with someone like you.”