Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 442

Arianne was at a loss. She had suddenly left the Tremont Estate and was now unsure of where to go, “I… I don’t know what to do… Just drop me off at a hotel. I’ll grab my luggage bag from Tiffany’s and stay at a hotel for the time being.”

Jackson pursed his lips. He paused in thought then suggested, “Stay at my place. It’ll be risky for you to stay in a hotel all by yourself. This doesn’t really seem appropriate either, but it’s the best idea we have, given the circumstances.”

She nodded. She didn’t want to give Jackson any more trouble at a time like this. If anything were to happen to her in the hotel, Jackson would end up worrying about her too.

In the Tremont Estate, Mark stood in front of the French windows in the living room, watching Arianne as she followed Jackson into his car then disappeared from view. His gaze lingered for a long time. At a time like this, he was the only one who wasn’t allowed to be near her…

After a lengthy moment, he took out his phone and sent a message to Jackson: Take care of her for me.

Suddenly, something soft and furry brushed against his leg. He lowered his head. It was Rice Ball rubbing against his trouser leg, fishing for his favor.

He slowly bent down and stroked its furry little head, “From now on, it’s just you and me.”

Mary, who had just arrived in the living room, saw this. Her eyes glistened with tears, “Mr. Tremont… It’s time for breakfast. You haven’t slept the entire night. Not even the strongest man can hold out that long. Have something to eat, then rest for today. Don’t dive into work. I may not be aware of what’s happened between you and Mrs. Tremont, but you’ve been together for so many years. How can it end like this? Have a good rest then bring her home.”

Mark closed his eyes ever so slightly, “I’ve lost her. I can’t bring her home.”

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Plain Mountain Creek Villa

Tiffany was startled awake from a nightmare. She curled herself up into a ball in bed in silence. Regardless of how pretty the scenery outside the window was, she was in no mood to look at it. She was dressed in a black satin nightgown, which set off her fair skin and made it look even paler. It also brought out the bruises all over her body, making them even more obvious.

Soon, the room door was pushed open. She stared at the visitor. Her eyes naturally clouded over with hatred, “How long do you plan on keeping me here?”

Ethan placed a bowl of oatmeal on the cabinet next to the top of the bed, “I just think… that it’s been a while since we’ve really spent some time together. I really miss times like this.”

He could use the most deep and affectionate words in the universe, but she would still consider them a joke and feel utterly disgusted, “You miss it? Don’t make me puke. What the hell do you want?”