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Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1560

By evening, Mark returned home to Shelly waiting by the door with her cane. She smoothly tucked Mark’s hair—blown astray by the breeze—into place. “You’re gonna wanna take a bath, right? Go quickly, dinner’s waiting.”

Mark was still unaccustomed to Shelly’s affectionate gesture. In reply, he hummed uneasily and hurried upstairs.

Arianne watched their interaction, unperturbed. The only thing she was thinking about was how excessively Shelly doted on him. Honestly, Arianne was a little jealous of Mark having an aunt who loved him this much.

It was time for dinner. Everyone was having medium-rare steaks, Arianne noticed to her dismay, except Smore, who had tender, well-done steak.

She was not a fan of steaks with any pink in their middle. The longer she looked at her pinkish slab, the more her appetite waned. Arianne found steaks any less than well-done to be too gross to eat, but another part of her insisted that she should not waste food by throwing it away. In the end, she decided to have salad as makeshift dinner and pushed her steak onto Mark’s plate.

Shelly observed Arianne from her spot and immediately launched an inquisition with a straight face. “What? You don’t like it? I thought I’d asked you earlier today, Arianne. You told me anything will do.”

Arianne eyed Mark for a second before answering, “I’m not feeling my appetite today, so I’ll just make-do with a bowl of salad.”

Shelly stabbed her fork into Arianne’s steak and flung it onto the table. “If you disliked it that much, then throw it away to a proper place. Mark isn’t your garbage disposal, for Pete’s sake. Just because you don’t like to eat something doesn’t mean you’re entitled to throw it to someone else however you like. That’s, frankly, a very rude and uncultured thing to do!”

Arianne was snickering in her mind. Mark was always the fuddy-duddy one all this time! It only took this moment for him to finally relax his stance on house rules.

Shelly, at the very least, knew when to give up. “Fine, fine. Let’s get back to eating. But really, Arianne, listen to me. From now on, you are to be mindful of your behavior, okay? I don’t want Smore to pick up nasty, uncouth habits growing up.”

Arianne cocked her eyebrow and leveled Shelly with a coy smile. “Hmm? What sort of ‘nasty, uncouth habits’ could you possibly be talking about? If it were me, I wouldn’t sound the alarm just because Smore’s little girlfriend pushed what she didn’t like into his plate. I mean, if Smore’s happy to finish it for her, then there’s really no room for Mommy to interject, right? Heck, it’s not just leftover steaks either. I won’t mind if Smore’s being handed parts like, say, lettuce left from a finished cheeseburger, a slice of pizza left with only its crust, God-knows-what. It doesn’t matter to me at all!”

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