Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1173

Robin was never good at saying no, so to save her from embarrassment, Arianne received her glass and said, “Cheers.”

That pleased Sylvain, who immediately sat between Robin and Arianne. “Now, that’s more like it.”

Robin had never interacted with men before, so the abrupt arrangement that came out of left field quickly stifled her, causing the poor girl to straighten her back before freezing in that stiff position. Unfortunately, Sylvain was so extroverted and carefree that he wrapped his arm around Robin’s shoulder in a swoop.

“Soooo! I heard you’re Arianne’s lil’ puppy. Methinks you shouldn't adopt too much of your master’s reticence. It doesn’t add to your charm if you keep things to yourself and don’t talk,” he pointed out.

Arianne quickly raised her voice and clarified, “Excuse me, but she isn’t my ‘puppy.’ The correct term you were looking for is ‘protégé,’ okay? ‘Puppy,’ seriously? It sounds unflattering. And also, she’s never had a boyfriend before, so please don’t act so casually like that. You’re scaring her.”

It was only then that Sylvain realized that Robin’s face had turned flaming scarlet. Swiftly, he removed his arm from her shoulder. “Oops, sorry. Force of habit; hope you don’t mind.”

“U-Uh, no, I d-don’t,” Robin offered hurriedly.

As the mood of the party grew, Robin gradually loosened up. At one point, she lugged Arianne to join others in their games. They drank even more but ate too little to offset the creeping influence of alcohol.

A while later, a waitress presented a bottle of champagne to the circle. Sylvain declared promptly, “This is for Ariannne Tremont! Consider this my gratitude for having you as my colleague.”

Arianne knew she was not good enough to finish it herself—and she was not keen on the idea of drinking it clean at the cost of being carried out of the establishment completely knocked out. Hence, she decided to share. “Let’s all drink this together.”

Another person quickly chimed in, “Go off, sister! You’re onto something here, girl. For sure, someone like Mark couldn’t possibly have this laser-focus loyalty to a woman like her. I bet he’s got plenty of flowers to water out there—and definitely no time to play as her driver every day, ha! Besides, you remember that time when someone called her out as a homewrecker? Shameless of her to ruin someone’s family while continuing to act all holier-than-thou like she’s Saint Arianne. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she pretends to shrug off Sylvain’s advances in front of us all monkishly only to have her legs spread wide for him behind us!”

Robin had enough. The alcohol had released her from her usual restraints, and she swung her leg into a mighty kick at one of the cubicles as though it was the prelude to an epic altercation. Fortunately, Arianne cupped her hand over Robin’s mouth and dragged her out of the bathroom before it happened.

The occupant, meanwhile, burst out of her cubicle a few beats too late, fuming. When she found no one outside, she could only shout at no one in particular to let off steam.

Arianne, with Robin in tow, left the establishment as quickly as they could. The nipping air outside slapped into them, causing her stomach to be sick despite Arianne not feeling any vomit rising.

Nonetheless, Arianne texted Mr. Yaleman about their departure. She was starting to get very sick and tired of how ingenuine everyone was back there.