Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1033

Passion came and passed. Melanie rested on Alejandro’s chest.

“Hey, why don’t you let Jett take a few days off? He has his wife and kid to attend to too, you know. Let him have the chance to be with them…. And let me fill his shoes for a few days. I want to know you better,” she breathed tenderly. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how things turned out, and it still amazes me. I’d only seen you a few days before our marriage! And still, I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. Could this be love at first sight? Regrettably, I don’t know you enough yet—but I want to. I want to be the one who knows you the most.”

Alejandro remained nonchalant. “‘Love at first sight?’ Hmph. I’m more inclined to believe it’s lust, or maybe you loved how we f**ked.”

The darker he sounded, the more entranced Melanie was. “Aww, don’t be so crass! It could be lust, for all I care, but I love you. I love to f**k you, Alex. You’re not escaping me. I want to be with you forever, till death.”

Alejandro espied the wastebasket at the corner of the room and felt a quiet sense of restlessness and turbulence gnawing at him. He immediately stood up and put on a sleeping robe, saying, “Fine, Jett gets a few days’ breaks. But you better be hyper-cautious while tending to me. Don’t forget that I’m ‘disabled.’”

Melanie was ecstatic. “Yes! Oh, God, yes! I’ll be at my most cautious and do my very best! You won’t even have to worry! Oh, that reminds me. Grandpa says he’s coming to see us a few days from now. He would be so glad to see how happy and loving we are together!”

Nothing good could come from that old man’s presence. Alejandro lit up a cigarette and leaned into the window sill, his eyes wandering silently around the dusky sky. He had enough of the Smiths’ life. As long as that old man was still alive, Alejandro would never have the freedom of doing anything he wanted. He would be bound forever.

However, his identity as “Alejandro Smith” was the best protection he ever had right now. In other words, he was in a catch-22 that he could not escape.

Two days before marriage, Tiffany moved back to her mother’s house and stayed there.

It took Tiffany a while to finally squeeze out a grin. “C’mon Mom, what are you sayin’? It’s not like I’m being sent off to a land far, far away! I’ll always come back to see you from time to time,” she comforted. “Besides, if you ever feel really lonely, you should go take a shot at finding a life partner again, Mom. But you shouldn’t forget to keep your eyes peeled and really, really look at your candidate. Don’t shut off your brain and get duped like the last time, alright?”

Ever since the Grant Jackson debacle, Lilian had lost all desire to look for a spouse. “Uh, I’ll pass. I would rather live alone, even if that means I might feel lonely from time to time. But hey, there is peace and freedom in being alone, you know? You can do whatever you want. Anyway, drink that broth and go to sleep. You need to get your marriage license with Jackson from the civil affairs office tomorrow, so don’t be late for that… Huh. Is it just me, or is the process of marriage actually a bit bothersome?”

Tiffany nodded and finished the broth with a few large gulps. Lilian took the emptied bowl and left her room after saying, “I don’t want to nag you, so go to sleep.”

Tiffany gave a hum and closed the door before lying down on her back on the bed. She stared at the pristine-white ceiling above her but found sleep impossible and gave in to the impulse to video-call Jackson.