Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 675

“If that’s the case, then it’s in your best interest to regard him as dead,” Arianne said, straightening Tiffany's collar. “No use dwelling in the past. All that matters now is your happy life with Jackson; everything else is lost to the sands of time. More importantly, your future will never be tainted by that douchebag’s presence ever again. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

It was at this moment that the door to the next cubicle creaked open, revealing Tanya gingerly walking out. “U-um, I…! I mean to say…” she stammered. “I didn’t hear a thing! I mean… Um, I’m sorry I overheard some things?”

Tiffany placed her hand on her forehead. “Oops, almost forgot about you. You hid for so long; I almost thought you got stuck on the toilet bowl or something. Think nothing to it, really; if you overheard it, you overheard it. Who was I with, who was she with — who the eff gives a damn? Anyway, let’s go. If we don’t come outta here any sooner, Mr. Tremont’s gonna FBI-bust in!”

Tanya nodded in silent approval. She had not dared to come out the moment the conversation started because neither Arianne nor Tiffany ever mentioned these past secrets. It was only after Angel left that she finally dared to go outside.

The girls strode toward the exit until Arianne abruptly fell into a step, her eyes staring right into Mark’s pensive ones.

A pang of panic struck her. The washroom was purposefully located in a more remote, quieter area in the restaurant, which meant that any conversation from inside could be easily picked up by a man standing guard outside. The worst of it all was that Will Sivan was a taboo topic between Arianne and Mark, so to bring him up around the latter was to light up the fuse to a bomb.

Jokes aside, Tiffany had not at all expected Mark’s appearance, so she panicked. “Holy sh — ‘sup? Er, we, er, met this old coursemate of ours from uni and had some casual banter and all. Um, I might have had a little too much of that spicy broth! Ow, cramp; it hurts! I gotta go home now!”

With a deadpanned expression, Mark ignored Tiffany and strode toward Arianne, placing his arm around the latter’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”

Outside the restaurant, Tiffany pelted Arianne with a barrage of meaningful glances before being lugged into Jackson’s car with her arms around her lower abdomen. Apparently, the girl’s cries of having menstrual cramps were more than an excuse, though the spicy dishes were probably not the only factor to it. Angel Lane triggering her temper was a co-factor, as well.