Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1857

Geralt took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’ve lost the credibility to remain in this profession, which is why I submitted my resignation letter just yesterday. Even before you attended that funeral, I thought about rattling the truth out to you, yet… I cannot find it in me to betray Teo. For that, I’m truly, deeply sorry,” he explained. “I know your hatred is directed at me just as much as at him, so I won’t denigrate us both by trying to appeal to some sort of favorable impression in your mind. Instead, what do you say about a parley? You’ll begin to eat something, and I’ll help you pass a thing to Mark to let him know that you’re still alive.”

Arianne reeled back in shock. Was he not the least bit worried that she might seize this chance to inform him her location?

Of course, it did not take her long to realize how impossible it was to relay any useful information—even Arianne herself had no idea where this place was, let alone tell Mark anything concrete. One look outside the window and all she saw was a concentrated sea of verdant forest. Every unit in this environment around her was utterly alien; it was to the point where she began questioning whether she was still even within the Capital’s boundary by now.

Arianne mulled over the option for a while; finally, she decided to assent to Geralt’s barter. As of now, it really was the only way she could let Mark know she was still alive. At the very least, it could relieve him, however slightly…

Of course, she was not going to agree to this without some forewords. “And how would I know that you’ll do as you said you would and pass my thing to Mark? What if you lie to me, hmm? How on Earth do you expect me to trust you again?”

Geralt raised his hand. “I solemnly swear on my mother’s name, I’ll never lie to you again.”

By this point, Arianne had to believe him, however forced her trust might be. “All right… I trust you. You do this for Mateo’s sake; and I for Mark’s. Look, I know it’s close to impossible, but I still hope you could talk him out of this for me. Just tell him to let me go, please. I also know that, between the lies, you tried warning me against attending the funeral, so I guess that’s one piece of proof that you aren’t exactly as rotten to the core as he is.”

Under Geralt’s watchful eyes, Arianne ended her hunger strike with a small bowl of oatmeal. After a period of starvation, she knew better than to leap straight back into heavy meals.

Arianne had not brought much with her on the day of her abduction, so now all she had was her earrings, one of which she took down and handed to Geralt. “Pass this to Mark and tell him I’m alive. This… is all I need you to do, okay? You don’t need to do anything else. Tell him to not get too distressed, okay? I… I’ll be f-f-fine, I know I will…”