Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1588

Melanie mused on her words and instantly came to an understanding. “Um, he’s upstairs. Still recuperating, I’m afraid, so he’s technically a homebody these days. Come, I’ll show you the way.”

She brought Arianne to Alejandro’s room upstairs to see him. Immediately, Arianne put on her most guilt-ridden exterior and muttered, “Hi, Alejandro. You’re not critically wounded, are you? I’m really, really, reeeeally sorry about what happened.”

From his chair, Alejandro briefly considered her before looking back down at his phone. “Please stop. You’re weirding me out. Look at your expression and tone—it’s like one of those solemn Japanese pleas for forgiveness,” he replied. “You weren’t the one who stabbed me, anyway, so if I’m demanding apologies, pretty sure I want to hear them from Mark or his sweet, beloved aunt. The hell’s that got to do with you?”

Arianne laughed awkwardly. “As you already know… that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Look at me. I’m the only one who ended up here… alone. Mark is so frickin’ thin-skinned, he can’t bear to apologize even if he knows he’s in the wrong; you know what he’s like! Though, to be fair, his aunt didn’t exactly ask him about the pros and cons of stabbing you before she did it—”

“As if his aunt would have done anything if it wasn’t ‘for Mark’s sake.’” Alejandro considered Arianne after turning his phone to sleep, unfazed. “Bah, whatever. I don’t plan to do anything about it anyway. It’s a small, skin-deep wound already on its way to healing. And also, you being a tryhard at apologizing is just creeping me out on so many levels. You suck at it. Sincerely, stop.”

Alejandro’s answer was very reassuring to Arianne. She decided to have her dinner with the Smiths that evening.

Although Melanie grew up as Little Miss Lark who never needed to dabble in house chores, she proved herself exceptionally competent in homemaking since her union with Alejandro. The Smith manor used to be wanting the cozy air of hearth, but now, even the pillows on the couch had Melanie’s preferential touch to it.

Millie had been unruly throughout dinner by shouting about wanting to come down from her baby chair. Immediately after her feet hit the ground, though, she charged toward Alejandro with full speed.

Melanie rolled her eyes. One minute he was complaining about her daughter clinging onto him, and in the next, he pulled her into him anyway. It was like he was deliberately making Melanie the nasty parent here.

A grin crept onto Arianne’s lips as she watched. Ever since he let go of an impossibility like Tiffany, Alejandro’s marital life with Melanie had been nothing but rewarding and happy. It proved that there was always a special someone for anyone under the sun, and that sometimes, giving up—instead of clinging—bettered one’s life rather than making it worse.

Melanie spied Arianne smiling and asked, “What, Arianne?”

She shook her head. “Oh, nothing. Was just delighted at how great everything’s turning out for you guys. I mean, look at Millie! She’s adorable! She’s inherited the best of her parents’ genes. I bet she’ll grow up to be a gorgeous young lady!”