Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1553

Shelly muttered something very softly and Arianne could not make out what she was saying. Just when she wanted to ask in more detail, Shelly had already passed out on the floor and was completely drunk.

Arianne had to put in a lot of effort to try and put her to bed. When she returned to her bedroom, she had a very hard time keeping her eyes open and dozed off to sleep very quickly.

The next day, when Arianne woke up, Mark was already gone. She looked at the time and realized that it was past 10 AM. Arianne thought that she might as well lay down for a while longer and procrastinate since she was late for work anyway. Arianne had not been able to get to work on time since Shelly’s incident.

When she walked downstairs, she saw that Shelly had a children’s storybook in her hands and was reading to Smore. Shelly seemed much kinder whenever she was with either Mark or Smore. Smore seemed to like her company as well, since he could sit quietly beside her and listen to her story intently. Children tend to be able to feel if someone is treating them well or not, so from the way Smore treated Shelly, it would seem that she was treating him quite well.

If Mark’s mom was around, would it be the same scene?

Suddenly, Shelly raised her head and looked at Arianne, who was standing by the stairs. She asked with a smile, “You’re awake? Did I trouble you too much last night? I’m sorry, I tend to go on a rampage whenever I’m drunk. I must’ve said some strange things last night, didn’t I?”

Shelly looked at the ball of noodles that would inevitably clump up together and pouted her lips. “No thanks, it doesn’t look appetising. About last night… I lost control of my emotions. Did I really not say anything strange when I was drunk?”

Arianne calmly answered, “You really didn’t. You only said you had a lot of pent up frustration but did not wish to say what it was. Aunt Shelly, it isn’t healthy to keep everything inside. You might fall sick from it.”

Shelly lowered her eyes and gave a wry smile. “Is that right? The thing is, I can’t find someone to confess my problems to. It’s been so long that I’ve kept all the good and bad times to myself, only letting myself loose and allowing myself to cry in secret when I can’t withstand it. No one is willing to listen to me. In fact, no one is even willing to know about it, so I have never dared tell a soul.”