Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1263

Soon after, Alejandro and Jett left the shopping mall and entered the car.

Alejandro stared at the pile of female goods next to him, a hint of frustration could be seen in the space between his eyebrows.

Jett looked at him through the rearview mirror. “Sir, don’t let external factors distract you. You’ve decided on visiting Mrs. Smith in Ayashe,” he reminded softly, “Don Smith will never give you the Smith family’s inheritance if you make any move now.”

Alejandro stared out the window and calmly replied, “I know.”

He would not have made this trip today if Don Smith did not pressure him into it. He even had to expend effort to buy so many things for Melanie. He did not expect to run into Arianne and Tiffany there. Based on Arianne’s reaction, Mark must have told her everything.

Someone else had given him that plant. It was a species unique to Nafaeth. He had gone through so much effort to bring it back into the country, and no one knew when it would bloom. With meticulous care, one probably would not have to wait too long. Initially, he had planned on revealing his identity to Tiffany after it bloomed. Unfortunately, with the changes and accidents that kept happening, including the severe injuries he sustained from the car accident in order to save Tiffany, he could not proceed as planned.

Waves and waves of jealousy rose in his heart when he saw Tiffany’s baby. He really wanted to tell her everything, but he could not afford to be reckless due to his current circumstances. He would still be the one standing by her side right now if those incidents did not happen…

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At night, in the Tremont Estate.

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After dinner, Mark took Aristotle to play in the courtyard as usual. He, a grown man, had sat in the swing in order to ensure his son’s safety on the swing. He held Aristotle in his lap. He had to bend his knees in order to swing. He was such a cold and distant man, and yet, there he was, sitting on the swing with his son. It might be a peculiar sight, but it was strangely comforting.

Arianne stood on the side, watching the father and son. She could not help but smile.

Arianne’s gaze seemed to make Mark feel awkward. He put his leg down and stopped the swing. The sudden stop displeased Aristotle, who pouted and tugged on his collar.