Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1280

The first thing Arianne saw after entering through the door was a towering silhouette playfully lifting Smore.

Mark had returned. He had decided not to work today.

Arianne wanted to go past him and up the stairs, but her conscience persuaded her to not do anything that could signal to Smore about the fracture in their relationship. After some slight hesitance, she approached him and asked, “Not working today?”

Mark froze for a beat before placing Smore down on the floor, not looking at her once. He did not reply to her either. He just went straight upstairs and went into his study.

Arianne drew in a quick breath. Mark did not think the way she did, after all—while she was open to negotiations and cooperation for their son, it was not at all a concern to him. It was moments like these that made Arianne feel lucky that Smore was too young to understand the crack in his parents’ relationship. In fact, the innocent boy was now spreading his arms wide at her, asking for a cuddle.

Arianne looked at him and carried him in her arm despite the agony. “Have you been good at home? Had your meal? Go on, play with Granny. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy for a bit; it’s super important adult stuff, not for a baby.”

She had always taught Smore to address Mary as Granny since the woman’s age and seniority would mark her exactly that. Coupled with the fact that Mary had worked in the Tremont Estate for so long and that Mark no longer had his parents with him, it was only apt that Smore called her that. Besides, Mary clearly saw Smore as her grandson.

Mary could tell that the couple had a rather serious fight, so she quickly took Smore away from her before advising, “Talk to Mr. Tremont, alright? This isn’t the first time the two of you had ever gotten into a row. Just say it’s your fault and call it a day, alright? You know how hard-headed he has always been.”

Arianne did not want Mary to worry, so she flashed her a reassuring smile. “I know, I know. It’s alright. Please keep Smore company.”

Arianne stopped before the door to Mark’s study. There, she stood for a moment or two and reminded herself to be calm and composed so as not to make a war out of it.

“No, I’ve always seen you as an eyesore,” Mark replied tartly. “I thought I knew you well enough, but now, I realize how wrong I was. I thought you were someone I could spend the rest of my life with. I opened up my walls and bared my heart to you. But what did you do? Heh. I don’t even care about what you think of me because I get it now. You can’t force anyone to love you, and if you insist on doing that, you should be prepared to get hurt. Don’t you get it? I’m sick of you.”

White noise exploded in Arianne’s mind. Something deep inside of her collapsed and crumbled.

She concentrated and tried to find a faint whiff of alcohol in him, anything to absolve him of the verisimilitude of his words. And yet, she failed. He was not drunk.

He said all of this while sober.