Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1598

Mark’s hesitation amounted to a total count of one second before he took up Arianne’s suggestion and left her beside the road.

Honestly, that bummed Arianne. Not that she had another choice. She was more worried about whatever it was Shelly must have started yet again.

Mark practically rushed into the hospital, but he only found Shelly sitting up on her bed, having her dinner, a slapdash takeout that was neither sumptuous nor nutritious.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. “Where did you run to?”

Shelly looked at him innocently. “Nowhere. What’s wrong? You came here without a notice. By the way, the doctor said I’ll be discharged tomorrow, but I wouldn’t be able to complete those dreadful discharge documents with my leg like this. Sorry, Mark dear, but I might need you to come over tomorrow and help me one last time. After that, I’ll never inconvenience you again.”

Mark could not care less if she was lying, or where she could have gone. All there was in his mind was a remark on how much of a nuisance this was.

“Can you please not run around however you please in the future? Your leg might run into new problems otherwise, and then we would have to get it operated on again. Also, what is that? Haven’t I told you that even if you were to order takeout, you should only order from the more famous restaurants? How do you expect to gain any nutrients from that, hmm? God, I ought to hire a live-in nurse for you.”

Shelly cast her eyes down and about. “No, there’s no need for that. I told you I don’t need you to support me like that,” she murmured under her breath. “You don’t have to worry about me, and you shouldn’t. If Arianne catches this, she will get pissed off. And then if she snoops around and digs out information, you’ll certainly be trapped in a tight spot.

“When I’m discharged tomorrow, you don’t need to hire help. The cost of hiring a live-in nurse can be very costly. I, on the other hand, have zero problems cooking and performing normal chores by myself just fine. No matter how bad my current life could be, it can’t possibly come close to the horrors of my past.”

Just like that, Shelly touched Mark’s heart and roused his sympathy. He thought of the battered scars and healed wounds marring her body and found his chest increasingly tightening until he felt like he could not breathe.

He did not. He sat on a chair and watched her finish her meal. He cleaned up the trash.

Only after that did he leave. By the time Mark finally reached home, he felt like his entire being—his mind and body—had been completely sapped dry. Every meeting with Shelly left him drained, more drained than he had ever been in his life.

Arianne, seeing him like this, quickly offered to help take off his coat. “So, what happened this time? You were so frenetic just now. Nothing big happened, right?”

“No,” Mark affirmed, shaking his head. “But I still need to go to the hospital tomorrow to get on with the documents for her discharge. Once she’s back home, though, I don’t have to exhaust myself over her anymore… God, I ought to hire a live-in caretaker for her, but she’s against it. How does she expect herself to live alone with a condition like this?”

“Well, of course she’s against it.” A jab sprung from Arianne’s tongue before her brain could stop it. “A caretaker’s existence will remove any legitimate excuses she has to cling to you. She can only call you all day, every day, when no one’s with her.”