Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 896

Tiffany shrugged. “Nothing special between us. Our relationship remains in this tepid state. Basically, I see him as no more than a friend who I sometimes have a drink or meal with, but I don’t care what he thinks of me. Ya know, I don’t even go out with him that often, and I suspect that I’ll have even less time to do that in the future… C’mon, Ari, I have zero opinion about him, so stop shooting me that look. It’s seriously rubbing me the wrong way, hon.”

The pair reached the Chinese restaurant of their choice and found Alejandro and Jett already waiting for them. After the women took their seats, Jett passed the menu to Arianne, saying, “We’ve ordered some of the dishes, but you may add anything else you fancy, Mrs. Tremont.”

Arianne scanned Jett carefully, ignoring the menu. “I’m fine if you’ve made your orders. Tiffie’s favorite dishes are my favorite, too.”

Jett nodded in understanding and passed the menu to a waitress standing nearby.

It was then that Arianne finally took the time to take a good look at Alejandro Smith. Immediately, he conjured a strange unease within Arianne, though she could not explicate the reason.

“Mrs. Tremont, your eyes appear to be glued to me as though… we’ve met before?” Alejandro remarked with a faint smile.

The corner of Arianne’s lips twitched. “You stole the words out of my mouth. I do feel like we’ve seen each other before.”

Alejandro raised an eyebrow. “Oh, that so? Then do tell me, among your acquaintances, who do I bear semblance to?”

Arianne paused for a second before replying, “No, outwardly, you don’t look like anyone I know, but the vibes you’re giving me is very reminiscent of someone from the past. Who exactly? I won’t divulge. That person would only be another stranger to you anyway, I bet.”

Alejandro folded his hands on the table before himself, his fingers tightly clasped around one another as though he was Arianne’s interrogator. Meanwhile, the woman noticed a small reddish patch on the skin between his left thumb and forefinger, a discovery that significantly alleviated the concern in her mien.

Tiffany acted as though this was entirely within expectation. “He’s like that. But hey, it’s just a meal. No need to fixate on it. Just let him do whatever he likes,” she explained before shifting to a different topic. “Say, Ari, you mentioned that he reminded you of someone you used to know. Who is it? Can’t be someone I don’t know if it’s your acquaintance.”

Arianne shook her head quietly. Frankly, she saw signs of Ethan Connor in every gesture, speech habit, and demeanor Alejandro had exhibited. All of the little things, including his tics and the way he carried himself, were dead ringers for Ethan. Alejandro might look different, but those hands echoed the man in the past so much that it was freaking Arianne out. The only thing that had stopped her from plunging into a rabbit hole of ludicrous what-ifs was that tiny scarlet birthmark on his left hand.

Naturally, Arianne would never tell Tiffany of her suspicion. Ethan was the root of Tiffany’s suffering; it would be unkind to her to invoke him. Besides, from the looks of it, there was not a modicum of spark between Tiffany and Alejandro, and it became evident that there was nothing more between these two. In this light, Arianne concluded that there was simply no reason to say anything at all.

Tiffany, for her part, abandoned her interrogation almost immediately. Instead, she suggested visiting the Tremont Tower solely to see Smore — and perhaps to see if Daddy Mark had been driven mad by the Boss Baby.

It was also what Arianne had wanted, especially since her breasts had become so full with unfed milk that they were starting to hurt.