Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1092

Jett had a pretty good guess as to why Melanie left. Nonetheless, he asked Alejandro gingerly, “Was it really you who killed Lynn?”

Alejandro shot him a meaningful, sidelong glance. “What do you think?”

“I don’t think it was you,” Jett admitted, shaking his head. “None of your people had been mobilized that day, while I received no directives from you. So… It’s from the Don, isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell Madam the truth?”

Alejandro flashed him a self-deprecating smile. “Why would I do that? Does it matter how she thinks of me? I’ll never love her, and neither will I let her love me. Her affection’s only going to get in my way. Besides, she’s made it clear that she’s never gonna divorce me, which is all I need from her,” he said. “I’m exhausted, and I need a rest. Go.”

Jett gave a grunt of understanding and went out of the room, shutting the door.

After a night of heavy snowfall, the city woke up to see itself blanketed by white flurries. Even before the morning broke, city cleaners were already hard at work, shoving the mounds of snow out of the streets.

Arianne puffed her breaths onto her hands. “It’s f-f-freezing today! Gotta tell Mary to let Smore put on some extra clothes today.”

“Why? Our home’s heated,” Mark pointed out flatly.

Arianne was stunned into silence. It was moments like these when she suspected that her intelligence had fallen, if not because she had been so preoccupied with her pregnancy that she neglected other faculties of her brain.

When they arrived at Arianne’s company entrance, Mark tidied her collar and said, “Fetch you after work.”

She smiled and stepped out of the car. “I know, I know.”

“If your hands aren’t in their best, maybe… Maybe I can help you make that sample instead? You could just hand me the design plan and details, and I’ll sew away,” the young woman said. “Yeah, not an official worker here—still an intern, me—but making samples for other people is kinda my thing. You can say I know my way around this machine, haha! You could always watch me make your stuff from the side.”

Arianne gratefully stood up from her seat. “Thank you so much! I’ll bring the mannequin over here in the meantime, okay?”

Just then, someone shouted from the door leading into the workshop, “Arianne Tremont, someone’s looking for you!”

Arianne gave an “oh!”, placed the mannequin down, and hurried outside.

When she reached the hall on the ground floor, she found out that the person looking for her was none other than Aery Kinsey, whose presence immediately summoned a layer of frost on Arianne’s face. “Why are you here?”