Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride




For some reason, Arianne remembered the woman who hooked arms with him at the airport and instinctively pushed Mark Tremont away.

"We'll talk about when you're sober!"

If he were sober, he definitely wouldn't want to touch her...

"Get out!" He growled in a low tone.

Taken aback, Arianne quickly got up and smoothed out her pajamas before going back to her room next door. Although all that remained was the bed, she could still sleep in the empty room.

When morning came the next day and Arianne seated herself down at the dining hall, she saw Mary taking the sheets in her original room away in a haste, even the mattress was moved away.

Mark Tremont did not even spare her a glance, as he came downstairs and left in his car.

Arianne had a simple meal, then grabbed her bag and went out. When she worked, she did not have to worry about Mark Tremont's presence.

Just as she sat down in the office, her supervisor, Simon Donn, placed a document on her desk.

"Send this to the Wyatt Company. Remember, you have to hand it personally to Mr. Tremont's secretary. If you're lucky, you may be able to hand it directly to Mr. Tremont himself. Just don't give it to anyone else."

Arianne was slightly startled. If she remembered it correctly, Wyatt's head office was under the Tremont's. This meant that Mr. Tremont was none other than Mark Tremont...

"Mr. Donn, may someone else go?" Arianne did not want to go. More specifically, she did not know how to act around Mark Tremont. Even if she might not meet him, she did not want to take that risk.

Simon Donn sat himself down on her table with his hands in his suit pants.

"Did I hear correctly? This is a once in a lifetime experience for your career. You're gonna get in touch with the elites of Wyatt, possibly meet Mr. Tremont too. And you refuse to go? You're letting down my goodwill! Go, go, get along quickly. Are you rebelling now that your probation period is over?"

Since Arianne joined the company, she was used to being submissive and was frequently ordered around. Simon Donn had been the kindest to her. Her intention was not to disobey him. Indecisive for some time, she finally got up and picked the document up. Content belongs to Novelxo.org

Simon Donn clapped her shoulder.

"That's right. I have high hopes for you. Don't disappoint me. Right... let's have dinner together after work tonight?"

Without thinking, Arianne replied, "Nah, I have to go home. Thanks."

Once she left, the other staff member teased Simon Donn.

"It's been months since she interned here and now you're trying to court her. Yet you haven't had a meal with her. Tsch, tsch, Mr. Donn, you better live up to your reputation, otherwise I'll start to doubt your ability."

Simon Donn glared at the person.

"She's shy, an introvert. You gotta go slow. There's no rush. I doubt that I won't win her over! Tonight. I'll take her out to dinner for sure. Just you see!"

Arianne Wynn looked up at the skyscraper that was the Tremont Tower, it was like

she was looking up at Mark Tremont who was situated on the top floor.

Explaining her purpose of visiting to

the front desk clerk, she took the elevator to the forty-sixth floor, the highest level of the building. This floor was silent, even the janitor lady was light-handed in her movements, as if afraid to disturb someone. Content belongs to Novelxo.org

Hard-soled shoes clicked against the tiled floor, the dissonant sound produced a frown on the janitor lady's face. "Miss, you can't wear noisy shoes like these on this

floor."

Arianne apologized softly and took her shoes off at once. Even with her stockings, the floor's cooling sensation greeted her feet, sending her shivers.

Finding her way around, she finally saw a workstation at the end of the corridor, this was right opposite the CEO's office.

The workstation belonged to Mark Tremont's secretary. Approaching the end of the corridor, she saw

there were no other surroundingnet

offices. The secretary was not

inside, so Arianne decided to wait for them. She thought it was better than knocking on the door of Mark Tremont's office... Content belongs to Novelxo.org