Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1277

Jackson was so close to letting loose a flurry of his worst swears. Arianne was fast approaching, for Christ’s sake! What would happen if she took in the full glory of this debacle?!

Janice feigned struggling to free herself, but it only looked more like she was courting more of it. “Oh, Mr. Tremont! You’re drunk, aren’t you? Have you gotten into another tiff with your wife again?”

Just mentioning Arianne turned Mark’s frustration up to eleven. “Urgh, can we not mention her? What, you think I don’t know how far you’ve gone to get near me? Oh, so you’re doing all this just because you wanna ‘repay’ me? Gimme a break. Just because I don’t wanna be a lady’s man doesn’t mean I don’t know what you women are like. I mean, if I’m being honest, you’re not exactly the bottom choice, either. I mean, your presence would piss her off, but other than that, you’re… alright…”

Of course, Janice was well aware that Mark had zero genuine feelings for her—the drunken man saw her as a prop to get back at his wife and nothing more. The reasoning behind his sudden closeness was frustrating, and yet, Janice relished in her newfound power to infuriate Arianne!

Jackson, however, could no longer keep to himself and watch. Swiftly, he grabbed hold of Janice’s arm and yanked, bellowing, “Mark Tremont, you better wake the f**k up right now! Arianne is coming to you as we speak—stop doing sh*ts that you’ll regret, goddamned it!”

Hearing the news of Arianne’s arrival shook Mark out of his trance a little and filled him with momentary dread. It did not last, however; soon, gasconade stamped out of his concerns and prompted him to slap Jackson’s hand away.

“Fine by me! She better be coming to us, ‘cause I’m not scared at all! The one thing I want to do the most is to show her that I can live without her, too!”

No sooner than Mark boasted his seeming independence loudly than Jackson espied Arianne standing within earshot. Everything happened at just the right time to create the perfect storm.

The boys were doomed.

With a stoic expression, Arianne focused her eyes on Janice, who was still curled comfortably in Mark’s embrace. “Congratulations on your promotion, Janice,” she said mockingly. “I thought you'd vanish from my sight and life after I fired you, but from the looks of it, I was clearly too optimistic. You cling like a pathetic has-been who can’t move on.”

“Excuuuuse you, Mrs. Tremont, for making such a bold assumption. Mr. Tremont is simply drunk. This is why he’s cuddling with me like this—you just happened to be here by sheer coincidence,” Janice retorted icily. Despite what she claimed, she did not seem to display any sign of removing herself from Mark’s lap.

Arianne snickered. “I see. I shouldn’t have come and disrupted your little drinking party. If I'd known that my presence would damage your fun, I wouldn’t have come at all. Go ahead and have fun. I bet sleeping in a foreign bed is much more comfortable than the one at home,” she jeered. “Anyway, I best be going. Hey, Jackson? Please help me take care of him. If he wants to, oh I dunno, f**k Janice for the night, help him book a room and tell me the number. Because you see, despite everything, I still have a duty to this guy if anything happens. Like, say, if he suddenly dies out of cardiac failure, I’m still obliged to claim his corpse.”

With that, Arianne spun on her heel and left.

Jackson wanted to chase after her, yet part of him also thought against it, making him stuck into inaction. “What. The. F**k?! What the hell just happened?! —Mark-smarta**-Tremont, you’ve done f**ked up, you know that?”

Mark, however, merely answered flatly. “Don’t care. See? She doesn’t either. You’re the one who called her, didn’t you? Shouldn’t have done that—look at how reluctant she was to come over.”

Arianne was just about to exit the entrance of the bar when Janice, holding freshly-brewed hot tea, blocked her way. “Hey, Mrs. Tremont! You’re leaving already? Aren’t you going to wait for Mr. Tremont?”