Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 535

After entering the car, Arianne said, “Take me to the hotel for a room. I only have my phone with me. I don’t have my ID on me…”

Mark nodded slightly and drove back to the hotel. When they passed the counter in the lobby, Arianne halted her steps, only to be reminded by Mark, “You can’t get a room without an ID. Go to my room. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Naturally, she knew she could not get a room without her ID. However, Mark had nodded in the car so she had assumed he had his way to get a room. She did not expect him to come up with this solution. However, since she was already here, it was not like she could just turn around and leave now. It was almost four in the morning, and she was exhausted. Moreover, she had work tomorrow.

She knew the room that Mark frequently stayed in was a VIP suite. There were couches in the living room, and it was separated from the bedroom. There was no door to divide them, but it was not like a studio. For this reason, she reluctantly agreed.

When Arianne saw the unmade bed, she guessed he had been woken up from his sleep to look for her. He had just slept in the bed… Feeling awkward, she said, “I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s just a night. I can bear with it. It’s too late. I’m going to sleep now.”

As she made her way to the couch, Mark grabbed her wrist. “Sleep on the bed. Otherwise, we can sleep together. Your choice.”

She flung his hand away and went to the bedroom. Once she lay down, she was engulfed in his smell. She would be crazy if she could fall asleep like that. It made no difference from sleeping with him… She might even have a nightmare!

Seeing Mark lying down on the couch, Arianne did not dare to suggest that they switch places. After some time, she finally dozed off.

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In the apartment, Jackson was having a tough time.

Tiffany finally quieted down after throwing up several times, but she refused to sleep. It was unrealistic to have a normal conversation at this time. However, there was something Jackson wanted to know. “Tiffany, look at me,”

Tiffany grinned foolishly as she splayed on the couch. Her gaze was bold as she teased him with a lisp. “Look at you… Why? I won’t drool… unless you show me your abs…”

The corners of Jackson’s mouth twitched. It seemed like he did not show off his abs in vain. Tiffany was embarrassed when she saw his abs in bed previously, but now that she was intoxicated, she was emboldened.

“I’ll show you later. I have something to ask you now. Answer me honestly. Do you like me?”