Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 763

“I get it! I get it! I lost control of my emotions back there, alright? God, everything is pissing me off.” Mark leaned back onto the seat and massaged his forehead. “Every time she mentions Granny, my heart skips a beat out of fear and trepidation. Yet, time and again, that baleful good-for-nothing keeps coming to my doorstep, weaponizing that secret against me. I just can’t possibly let her know, Brian. If this secrecy continues to hang by a thread, nothing good could come out of it. No, there isn’t going to be a next time for him. No more threats…

“Oh, that reminds me. Make arrangements with the hospital so that they’re now standing-by for her childbirth. Ari’s frail constitution makes premature delivery very possible; I don’t want any complication to occur throughout the process.”

Brian let out a silent breath of relief and answered, “Understood.”

Night fell, yet Arianne resisted calls for dinner. Just thinking back on Mark angrily lashing out in the afternoon quickly bereft her of any appetite.

Seeing her like this made Mary panicked. “Please, Ari, pretend that Mr. Tremont somehow lost his marbles back there, okay? There is no reason to get back at him this way. You know how men are — they can’t always be perfectly reasonable all the time, so please, don’t use that small instance as a reason to be mean to yourself and the child! At least have a little bite or two?”

Arianne was lying down on the bed motionlessly. “No. No appetite. He hasn’t come back yet?”

Mary sighed. “He might have a bit more work than he predicted, but even if Mr. Tremont comes back home right now, he would still feel terrible seeing you like this! Come on, Ari, tell me, what do you crave? I’ll make it for you right away!” she urged. “No matter what it is, you must eat something! Just look at yourself — you’re nurturing that little one inside of you, yet you still look so skinny. Your face alone has become unhealthily sharper since your pregnancy!”

Arianne, however, expressed another kind of concern. “I dare not overeat, Mary. It’s risky to have the child grow too large. I know how weak my body is — if the child grows too soon, it might become the bane of me. Plus, I heard that it’s better to deliver the child naturally rather than a cesarean, so… Look, I’m fine, Mary. I’ll tell you if I’m hungry, but for now, I really don’t feel like eating at all. You can leave me be. I’m just gonna take a nap.”

Failing to convince her, Mary left.

Halfway through her descent, Mary met face-to-face with Mark, and all of her frustration poured out before she could adjust her tone. “Where on Earth have you been, young man? You’re usually home by late evening! You acted out against Ari this afternoon, and you still thought it’d be a great idea to come home so late? Do you know that your wife hasn’t eaten a thing for dinner? Christ, it’s almost nine already. Are you not gonna see her and do something?!”

Mary’s words spurred Mark into clambering up the stairs, his habit of changing into his indoor shoes forgotten. Hurriedly, he pushed open the door to the sight of Arianne tucked under the blanket.