Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 715

Tiffany’s resolve began to waver. In truth, she very much wanted to go home. She was just looking for a way to admit it without losing her face.

Catching the hesitance in her friend, Arianne pressed on. “You are his fiancée, not his mistress. What’s wrong with you going back to his place and shoving your worst grimace at him every day? None whatsoever. Now, if you still can’t take it, or if he continues to sting you with his pigheadedness, well! You could always pack up your clothes and move back to your mom’s. Let’s see if he stops you. If he doesn’t, you go, free and guiltless. If he stops you? Mission accomplished. So here’s what you should do: you’re gonna leave your car at my place and I’ll have Mark send you home. If you decided to move out, you won’t have a car to take you, which means he — if he’s man enough — has to yield and be your driver. He can’t let poor Tiffany go to her mom’s all alone in the middle of the night, can he?”

While Tiffany nodded vigorously, Mark sank into a mild panic. Arianne’s little scheme made a lot of sense, which was why it was dangerous. It seemed that his future homelife was going to be a lot more precarious than he initially predicted; and the last thing he should do was to be as apathetic as Jackson, lest he ask for suffering.

Mark and Tiffany arrived at White Water Bay Villa soon enough. As he promised, he did not leave immediately after dropping his wife’s friend off. Instead, he knocked on the door for her. It seemed that Tiffany was so furious that she had forgotten to grab her keys when she left.

Five aching minutes passed between Mark’s disjointed knocks before they finally heard Jackson’s sluggish footsteps booming from within.

Tears welled up in Tiffany’s eyes again.

The door opened to a Jackson West leaning languidly by the door, donning a casual white sweater as he looked on with a groggy face. Mark had to punch his chest lightly and reminded him, “Come on, man. Have some class.”

Jackson wordlessly went to the living room and poured himself a cup of water. Mark shoved Tiffany through the door and shut it tightly.

Thank God this was no longer his business.

Tiffany could not bring herself to look at Jackson and his current state, so she stormed upstairs. The man, meanwhile, placed the cup down upon hearing her steps and waited for a few seconds before following.

Tiffany was in the bathroom when he arrived, removing her makeup. Jackson thought against going back to sleep, so he grabbed his phone and began browsing absent-mindedly as his mind wandered.