Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 877

A relieved smile finally shadowed Tiffany’s lips.

“You know, I was wondering… Had my womb been just a little bit better when Jackson and I were trying to conceive a child, maybe our baby would have been born sometime not too far from now,” she said. “I really am an a**. I torment myself and drag him along the pain selfishly. I wonder if he would be mad at me for what happened last night. But I’ll wait. I’ll prep myself mentally tonight, and then in the morning, I’ll knock on his goddamn door after requesting work leave. Then, I’m gonna do it. Speaking of which, there’s other good news! All thanks to your wisdom, Ari. I think the Lord above is finally opening doors for me!”

Arianne was very pleased. “I’m delighted just to hear you finally cheering up, Tiffie. What’s the good news?”

Tiffany pulled out a fashion magazine from her bag and flashed it to her. “I’m within the top ten! Okay, I mean, I’m at the very tail end of the list, so my creation didn’t get to grace this magazine’s cover, but still! This means so much to me, Ari — I feel like I’m being acknowledged! My life is meaningful!”

It was a bolt out of the blue, and Arianne was struck. “You actually made it into the top ten? You. Actually. Made. It. Into. Top. Ten! That was the creation that jerka** Beckett accused you of plagiarizing from him, right? This is awesome, Tiffie! With this achievement under your belt, all those companies out there are going to want to hire you! It doesn’t matter which you join; your wages are only going to go up! I mean, I’m not telling you to quit your position in Eric’s company; I just wanted to say that the door to your career has opened wide. You are a talented star, Tiffie! Go, go seek Jackson tomorrow and claim love as another win!”

After her meeting in the café, Arianne returned home immediately. Part of her worried that Mark was a terrible caretaker for her precious little Smore, yet other parts of her agreed that she must not yield. Her goal was to defeat the evil force that was Mark Tremont — the villain who thought that just because she turned into a mother, she couldn’t be anything more than a humanoid milk bottle!

Later, Mark appeared by the entrance at six in the evening sharp, despite telling Mary earlier that he was coming home late. Hanging from his neck and settling on his chest was Smore, tucked in a baby sling. He would have looked like a mommy kangaroo carrying its joey if not for the tempest swirling in his mien.

Arianne had just finished her bath when he came home and was applying body lotion on herself calmly. “How was it? Did Smore give you any trouble? Hmm, I thought you were coming home late tonight. Why are you back already?”