Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1538

With a smile, Aunt Shelly rose from her seat and climbed the stairs.

Arianne interpreted her approaching footsteps as Mark returning. She was about to call out to him to grab Smore’s towel from outside when she espied Shelly’s white fluffy indoor slippers falling into step before her.

Shelly noticed Smore nearing the end of his bath and grabbed the boy’s towel herself before personally wrapping him with it. “Who’s all cleaned up and fragrant, hmm?” she cooed. “Come, let Granny inspect you and see if you’re as squeaky-clean as you look! Sniff, sniff—oh, you smell downright wonderful, sweetie! Smore is the cutest, best-smelling-thing in the whoooole wiiide wooorld!”

Smore did not laugh or break a smile. Instead, he looked at his mother, watching her expression closely.

It honestly stunned Arianne a little. Who knew that a child this young could so early learn how to read other people’s faces before acting?

After her little play with Smore, Shelly turned her attention back to Arianne, the perfectly curved and convivial grin on her lips never once faltering. “Arianne, dear, I hope you’re not still mad at what happened earlier. I’ll admit, I had little idea of how important Mary and Henry are in this household, but Mark filled me in about it just now,” she said. “With that, I humbly apologize for speaking out of turn, and I’ll extend this apology to Mary, too. All I hope is that you don’t quarrel and fight with Mark because of me. Honestly, I pity him. He must have been very worn out by work already.”

Had Shelly not ended her apology with the very last sentence, Arianne would have found no problem forgiving her; she would have gladly set their misgiving aside. But that single addition was too obvious an insinuation—it meant that the only reason why Shelly was backing down was for Mark’s sake. She was “worried” that Arianne might turn what was between them into a fight involving her beloved nephew.

In other words, she was indirectly accusing Arianne of being immature and petulant, which left Shelly with no choice but to back down for Mark’s peace.

Arianne flashed Shelly a slight smile and extended her hand toward her. “I know what I’m doing. Now, could you please hand Smore over to me? I have to tuck him to sleep.”

Shelly sidestepped her outreached hand without breaking her agreeable act. “Oh, you shouldn’t! I’ll bring Smore to bed. He falls asleep so effortlessly, you know.”