Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 371

Arianne let out an awkward laugh as she read the message on the screen from Jackson, “I don’t know… I was under the impression that he wouldn’t usually be here. What do we do?”

Tiffany’s fingers speedily tapped against the phone screen, the anxiety on her face gradually increasing. “Oh no, we’re done for. He says that there’s no other seats in this place, so he has no choice but to share a table with us. His mother agreed and said that it’s a great opportunity for us to have a meal together. What do we do? Is this considered a meeting with the parents? I’ve already told him that we’re ending it, but I still have to act it out for him? They’ll be here too. What should I do? Should I run?”

Arianned called on a staff member to clear up the rubbish on the table, “Don’t freak out, I’m here. There’s no other way now. You’ll just have to keep the charade. It’s just that… Ethan is here too. Would that be alright?”

Tiffany was taken aback, “It should be… alright?” She wasn’t sure either since Ethan had told those people that she was his girlfriend. It’d be awkward if they ran into each other again and spoke.

Arianne wasn’t feeling too anxious. After all, it was Tiffany’s business. She couldn’t do much about it. When she saw Mark and Jackson escorting Lillian and Summer, two very charming ladies, like bodyguards, she realized that she had nowhere else to run either. She and Mark had been in the middle of a cold war for days. What nonsensical situation was this? Why was he butting into someone else’s parents’ introduction?

“Tiffie… Mommy’s here!” Lillian carried her long-lost confidence and complacency that belonged to a rich man’s wife. She was even treating Tiffany with an added gentleness.

Tiffany dearly wished to find a crack in the ground and bury herself into it. If she explained the situation now, Lillian would certainly admonish her for having a big mouth in front of everyone!

Mark placed one hand into the pocket of his suit. His cold aura drew attention from everyone around him. His gaze landed on Arianne. He furrowed his handsome brow, clearly upset that she had disobediently gone out of the house. The weather was hot, and it hadn’t even been a month since she had her miscarriage.

Jackson concealed his usual frivolous outlook and acted like an honest man in front of Lillian. Even the smile on his face seemed to portray a rule-abiding boy next door. No, he seemed more like a man. He had the words “kind”, “pure” and “amiable” written all over his face.

Tiffany made one final struggle, just as they arrived in front of her. She put on a fake smile and said, “How about… we go somewhere else to eat? Or we can sit in separate tables. See, Ari and I are sitting at a table for four. There isn’t enough for six. It’d be better to tell us in advance next time, so that Jackson can set up a private room for us.”

Arianne hung her head, refusing to look at Mark. She didn’t need to look at him to figure out what expression he had on his face.

Summer was unperturbed, “It’s fine. We’ll just add two more chairs. Jackson, tell someone to bring us some chairs.” Jackson was quite obedient; he went off to personally bring two soft and cushiony chair covers and placed them near the corridor. Luckily, the corridor was wide enough, so the chairs were no interference.