Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1708

Arianne was quick to deny. “I was not! It’s just you acting all… weird and bizarre and everything! You keep saying you’re busy, but like… what is it that you’re busy with? If it’s not anything suspicious then there’s no problem telling me what it is, right?”

Mark’s eyes looked away as he chuckled lightly. “Oh, it shouldn’t warrant any suspicions, all right. But… it’s nothing I should tell you right now. Oh, look at the time! I should bathe. Let’s retire to sleep early! I’m beaten.”

She watched him rise and head to the bathroom, and stole a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. It was only nine… And he was “beaten” already? He slept for long hours in the day and still could not keep himself awake—how was this even normal? Nope, this was absolutely abnormal!

After his bath, Mark went straight into Arianne’s room and—proving himself clear of mendacity—plopped straight onto the bed and dozed off.

Arianne was furious, yes, but at this point, all she could do was to ball her anger up for another day. As she studied him, she could not help but notice how sound asleep he was—and suddenly, just like that, her mood quietened.

What if he was genuinely tired? All these years that they had been together, he had never wronged her with the affairs of women except that one time he was with Aery, who continued to be a thorn in Arianne’s flesh.

So, what did she have to lose if she just believed what he said?

Arianne’s eyes fluttered open, basking in the morning light. Still in a spell of grogginess, she saw Mark standing right in front of her French window where the gentle, wispy morning sun blurred his silhouette around the edges like an unreal mirage.

She rolled to her side, and Mark immediately turned around to look at her. “Up already? Mary told me to wake you up for breakfast, but you were still sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Arianne brought her hand to her eyes. Even the gentlest rays were a bit too hard for her eyes at the moment. “Wanna… lie down a little longer…”

Will Sivan’s image drifted into Mark’s mind. Will… was younger than him, no question about it. Was that why she fell for him? The more he dwelled on this issue, the more miffed he became. “Do you really care that much about age? Have I really turned so much older after ten years? Be frank with me!”

Arianne instantly changed tact—frankly, she just wanted him to be quiet so that she could sleep a little bit longer. “What? N-No! Not at all, okay? You still look as young as back then. You haven’t aged; you’ve matured. In fact, you’ve matured into a kind of dependable, reliable man. I like you this way, and I don’t care about age. Seriously. Totally. Er, literally? Anyway, if I was lying, then may God smite me down!”

Unfortunately, her answer only sounded even more like lip service to Mark. Now, a very unsatisfied Mark rolled to his belly so he could pin her under him.

“You can think age has caught up to me, but I’ll still be able to sate your hunger no problem,” he declared. “You must have gotten all knotted up because I haven’t come to see you these past few days, isn’t it? Well then, we can start right now… And it will only end when you scream satisfaction!”