Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 68

Arianne gently stirred a bowl of steaming porridge with a spoon; she didn’t respond to Mary’s suggestion.

Did Mark go looking for her for so long last night because he felt responsible? She never felt that she could influence his behavior. If Mark wasn’t willing to come home, then he would only feel disgusted even if she got on her knees and begged him.

The news continued brewing on the Internet, but Mark never directly responded to it. He even donated to an elementary school on New Year’s Eve.

Arianne accidentally discovered the latest article while she was flipping through the news. It was a photo that was taken secretly when she was in the hospital. She was lying on the bed, looking pale and lifeless. The content of the article was questioning whether she had been hospitalized due to domestic violence and if Mark Tremont’s gentle nature was nothing more than a facade. Now that she thought about it, the person outside the hospital ward must’ve been the one who snuck a shot of her.

She subconsciously refuted these claims in the comment section, but her comment was very quickly swallowed among the comments from other netizens. Perhaps Mark had never been publicly criticized in the past, so the comments were very mixed. Most of the criticisms were quite salty though, spoken out of jealousy.

One of the usernames caught her attention. It was tirelessly flaming the ones who were talking shit in the comment section. Compared to those haters, this person was a lot cuter even though he or she was swearing too.

If Arianne wasn’t mistaken, this was the username that Tiffany usually used. Although she hadn’t contacted her since the news broke, her action spoke for itself.

Arianne’s mind wandered while she helped Mary with the decorations at the main door. Mary took the decoration from her and said, “Here, let me do it. You’re still sick. Go rest up and don’t catch another cold. Give sir a call if you have the time.”

Arianne didn’t say anything. She didn’t really know how to communicate with Mark. Their age gap of ten years was like a wide ditch that separated them.

She went back to her room, took out her phone, and called him. To her surprise, her call was immediately received. She calmed herself down and asked, “Are you coming back tomorrow?”