Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1625

Mark knew she was right, but did that mean his heart would listen to reason right now? No, his heart continued to believe that he was losing Arianne forever, that she was never coming back, and his body answered his heart by hugging her even more tightly without showing signs of letting go.

Not knowing what to do, Arianne gave up and let him do whatever he wanted. A while later, however, they both heard a series of impatient rapping on the door to the bathroom and Smore’s voice exclaiming, “Mommy, Daddy! What are you two doing in there? Smore wants to bathe too!”

Arianne quickly shoved Mark away from her and opened the door, letting Smore in. “You’ll give him his bath later, alright? I’m close to finishing mine. Oh, and you’re completely wet, Mark. Take care not to catch a cold like this.”

Mark crouched to Smore’s height and looked at him carefully. “Smore, my little man, now that you’re gonna live with just Mommy… know that Daddy will continue to see you often,” he cooed gently. “Don’t ever think that Daddy… that Daddy has stopped loving you…”

Smore tilted his head sideway, his expression solemn. “Granny told me all about it. Grandaunt hates Mommy, so I hate Grandaunt. Don’t be sad, Daddy, ‘cause Mommy and I both like you very much.”

Seeing how perceptive and precocious Smore was gave small but significant comfort to Arianne. Did Shelly not insist that Smore call her ‘Granny?’ Too bad, because Smore clearly saw Mary as his true grandmother. Just thinking about how livid Shelly was going to be for having her grandmother privilege revoked multiple times gave Arianne several jolts of glee.

In the silence of the night, Mark completely gave up on any form of restraint and lost himself over and over again in her. He would not stop until he had drained both himself and Arianne to their limits.

Arianne waited until Mark fell asleep before leaving to pack up any remaining belongings. She was going to move out tomorrow, after all—if she accidentally forgot to take any of her things from the estate, she would have to come back again.

There was no way Arianne was going to subject her eyes to Shelly’s sickening face if she could help it.

As some of her things were left in Smore’s nursery room, Arianne walked out of the bedroom.

She promptly found Shelly standing outside the bedroom, her ear to the wall.

If Mark were, as Shelly had predicted, to move on with another woman, then she would no longer cling to him, either. If something was meant to be, fate will make it stay against all odds; but if it was not, then nothing could stop fate from taking it away.

The next morning, Mark helped load all of Arianne’s suitcases and things into the car. From the looks of it, he might be planning to send Arianne and Smore to their new home personally.

Of course, that chafed Shelly. “Mark, my dear, you’ve got so many businesses going on in the office, right? You shouldn’t be wasting your time as their driver, should you? Just let one of your people do it for you.”

Mark ignored her completely. He carried Smore in his arms, got into the car, and drove away, leaving Shelly broiling and fuming on her own in his wake.

Mary glanced at the woman’s reddened face and sneered scornfully. “Would you look at that—a mistress wannabe really thinks she’s gonna control this household, huh? Bless your heart, but Mark’s been the sole master of the Tremont family for so long, he’s long past listening to the words of someone who doesn’t matter. You think you’ve won it all just because you won this one time, do you? Ha, you forget, you’re just a mortal. Let’s see if God will allow someone like you to live and boss other people well into a hundred years old!”