Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1803

Smore followed the rest of his class into his classroom. Arianne followed suit later to talk to the teacher, though she could not help but notice Smore incessantly gesturing to her to get out of the classroom with the same snappish impatience.

For the first time, Arianne felt so unwanted… by Smore, no less!

Since all the other kids’ parents had taken to watching from outside the class, Arianne—who was still feeling a little hung up—decided to observe her son from a spot where he could not see. Her purpose? Trying to see if the kid would eventually break down to tears!

As many kids were wont to do on the first day of school, they were unaccustomed to leaving on their own without their parents in the vicinity. Many were so downright reluctant to step inside the classroom that one might suspect that they thought they were being thrown into a prison where dangerous, terrifying things lurked. The teachers tried hard to pacify them but to no avail.

The longer Smore looked at the crying kids, the deeper the scowl of contempt in his face.

Slowly but surely, every kid in the class finally relented and made their way inside, though their cries stubbornly remained for a far longer period. Fortunately, the teachers, aided with the patience of a professional, tirelessly mollified each and every one of the kids until the bawls gradually lessened.

Unfortunately, this was also when Smore exhausted his last ounce of control. He walloped his desk, leaped to his feet with a loud thud, and bellowed, “Shut—up—! God, all of you! Childish, childish, childish! What are you people, babies?!”

The room was shocked into abject silence for a few seconds until one of the children broke out a choked sob—and the rest of the children immediately joined in to form a hurricane of keening, bawling chaos.

Poor teachers could only gawk at the sudden turn of events, stupefied, as the sinking feeling of their previous mollification efforts blown up in smoke dawned on them!

Some of the parents’ attention quickly seized on Smore. “Whoa, that kiddo’s something, isn’t he? Everyone else is crying except him… He must feel like the only grown-up in the room, huh?”

Neither Arianne nor Mark took that remark as a compliment. After all, thanks to Smore’s outburst, the whole class had descended completely into disarray. It suddenly seemed like a pretty bad idea to admit that son was theirs, so the pair opted to quietly retreat to a corner out of guilt instead.

Smore shut his eyes impatiently and snapped, “I didn’t stir up any trouble. I am different from those babies! Don’t you make sweeping statements like that!”

Sweeping statements?! Arianne was flabbergasted at the expanse of his vocabulary—and how he had used it correctly… He had just recently turned three! She still remembered how the boy used to spend minutes just trying to construct a complete, cohesive sentence, but now, one day at school later, here he was, using a big word?

Henry smiled in pride. “Young Master Aristotle is quite the prodigy—the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all. He truly is a child of the Tremont Family.”

Arianne suddenly wondered if she had ruined the Tremonts’ supreme genetics with her own less… sterling ones. She had been a rather normal child who threw quite the crying fit for days since joining preschool. She was far from the independence and aplomb Smore had demonstrated. And since she had not been putting effort into shaping the boy’s character, she was sure this was his nature on display.

Arianne had no idea if it was ultimately a blessing or a curse. If they managed to shape him well, Smore would be one of the most promising talents in the country; otherwise, he would be a bane to society—just like the many, many examples of spoilt, amoral scumbags who act with impunity simply because they thought they can with their inherited wealth.