Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1341

Alejandro drew a quick, shallow breath before proclaiming, “You’re overthinking. It doesn’t matter if I did it as Alejandro Smith or Ethan Connor; I am me. I am the one who married you, and I’m the one who fathered our daughter. In similar veins, our marriage is true.”

It was the first time Melanie ever felt assured. If he was not going to abandon her, then perhaps all she needed was time to win the rest of him.

…

Despite planning for a week-long break, Arianne departed home on the fifth day.

She initially thought of resolving as much café-related work as she could within this week, but she missed Smore more and more terribly as time passed. In the end, she decided to hand the job to Naya since she was free enough to watch the café’s renovation during the day.

Arianne had already finalized the café’s renovation plan and addressed all of its finer details, so all Naya had to do was stick to it.

It was already the wee hours by the time Arianne reached the Tremont Estate. Mark and Smore were already fast asleep. With featherlight footwork, she placed her suitcases down, hurriedly bathed, and burrowed under the sheets.

All illusion that she was stealthy enough not to wake them up shattered when Mark suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today? And why in the middle of the night—alone? You could give me a fright with this! You could have flown during the day. Why didn’t you?” he protested.

“Midnight flights are the cheapest, Mark,” she replied softly. “All I cared about was coming home by today, be it in the day or night. Aren’t you happy that I saved some of your money?”

“S-urgh-s-save my money?!” The bitterness in Mark’s voice turned up a notch. “Who told you to save squat? Jesus, would you ever do something about that miserly characteristic of yours? Are you that strapped for cash?”

The last thing Arianne, already exhausted from the long journey, wanted to do right now was to engage in a quarrel with this one. Swiftly, she cupped her hand over his unrelenting mouth. “Okay, nightie-night, will talk to you tomorrow. Can’t even open my eyes now, good night!”

Arianne fell into a deep sleep within minutes, but Mark was not so lucky. First, her movements woke him up from his slumber, and now, while he was filled with a burst of desire, she closed shop before they could get anything started.

Smore ignored what his mother said. Instead, he lurched and bit his mother’s earlobe, shocking her.

She shot an accusatory glare at Mark. “Who told you to act like a horndog in front of our kid? Look what he’s learned from you!”

Mark looked helpless. “The kid’s learned it by watching us in secret, Ari. I didn’t even know he was there! C’mon, kids this age are good at copying what they see, right? He probably thinks this is just, uh, a fun thing to do?”

Smore glanced at his mother, then at his father, before suddenly copying Arianne’s tone and “chiding” Mark. He was babbling gibberish, of course, but the mimicry of his mother’s vitriol was a tad bit too uncanny—

Arianne’s jaw slackened. It was apparent that the two of them needed to be more mindful of their actions from now on, lest Smore begin to pick up every single thing his parents did. Their little baby had grown up enough to be conscious of and receptive of the world around him, after all.

Maybe it was high time to reconsider Mark’s suggestion and let Smore sleep in a separate room…