Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 671

Tiffany guffawed so hard in Schadenfreude that she could almost be mistaken as having a seizure. “Oh my god! Oh. My. God. So you’ve lost your personal agency now? Come on, bae, you’re the one with the crowned jewel in your tummy! You’re the boss now, not him! You could lynch Mark to death, and he still wouldn’t be able to harm a single hair on your head in defense, get it? You gotta’ be ruthless right now, like right frickin’ now, cause’ you aren’t getting that chance anymore. Don’t you know that a woman is at the height of power during her pregnancy? So hell yeah, be a tyrant, sis! Once that child’s born, you ain’t never getting that power back!” she reminded. “Now, if you manage to obtain his ‘permission,’ tell me, and I’ll ring up Tanya. We’ll have hotpot together at night! We’ll get the spicy one, and you can have the non-spicy broth. I mean, I heard that food that is too spicy could harm an expecting mother.”

Just mentioning hotpot made Arianne swallow her saliva. Few things in life are as fulfilling as having a big pot of warm broth with one’s closest friends during winter! Quickly, she found herself bursting with longingness. Not a single part of her even tried to resist the temptation.

“You know what? Okay. I’ll call you a little while later,” she said finally.

She hung up the phone and shot a contemplative look in the direction of the bathroom as she wrote scripts on asking Mark’s permission. Her appetite had dwindled so much that this sudden craving for hotpot was killing her. If she was denied permission to fulfil it, she might die!

Mark came out of the bathroom with his towel, rubbing his still-wet hair when he immediately sensed a change in the air. When he looked up, his eyes met with Arianne’s hopeful ones, which caused his heart to thump a little bit harder. “U-um, what’s the matter?”

“I want to eat hotpot with Tiffie and Tan tonight. It’s the only thing I want to eat now,” she declared before audibly swallowing an uncontrollable surge of saliva.

Her palpable display of craving both worried and amused Mark. “But, well, are pregnant women allowed to have hotpots? I should probably look it up online. If it turns out that eating is allowed, then I’ll have it delivered to our doorstep,” he suggested. “The venue doesn’t interfere with the taste and quality of the food, yes?”

Arianne’s eyebrows furrowed. “But eating at home is so different from eating out there! It’ll take away that… that… that vibe! C’mon, Mark, I just wanna have fun for once. Can’t you let me do that without injecting your commentary into it?”