Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1735

While Jett was still scrambling for the right response, Melanie shut the door in his face.

He knew what his boss was like, so Jett eschewed returning to the Smith Estate right away and opted to call Alejandro instead. Hearing about Melanie’s rejection, Alejandro immediately supplied, “Tell her it’s because Millie has fallen ill—as in, super-seriously-ill. I know for sh*t she doesn’t have it in her to turn away from that. Then tell her that if she’s not coming back, I’m not taking the kid to the hospital.”

That was a bit too much for a lie, was it not? At the very least, it made Jett hesitate, but not enough to make him object. Shortly after the call, he knocked on Melanie’s door again.

She opened it with a face written with helplessness. “Jett, I’ve made myself very clear. I’m not going back. Unless this is regarding the divorce’s official procedures, I don’t have any reason to see Alejandro again.”

Jett steeled himself. “Uh, you see… Actually, Little Miss… she’s, uh, sick. And Mr. Smith said… Well, he said if you don’t come with me right now, he won’t send her to the hospital at all. She’s been crying and bawling for the entire night, so maybe Little Miss got ill because of it…”

Melanie’s face paled in shock. “What?! She’s ill and he’s not going to send her to the hospital?!”

Jett’s lips thinned in silence. Melanie, meanwhile, swiftly swooped her handbag. “Come on, we gotta’ go—fast! Don’t zone out on me!”

It was only after the two had descended the stairs and got into the car that Jett noticed Melanie’s unchanged hotel room slippers. “M-Madam, you… forgot to change your shoes…”

Melanie stared at them in slight embarrassment before her overall frenzy gobbled it whole. “Do I look like I have the luxury to care? This isn’t the only thing I didn’t change—I didn’t even brush my hair! I look unkempt and dowdy now, don’t I? But I don’t care. I have no time to care. Just bring me over there right now, please!” she rebutted. “God, why do you think he’s refusing to send our daughter to a doctor, huh? Is he trying to make a statement? That I shouldn’t have left Millie to him?”

Jett could not hold himself together any longer. “—Argh, goddamn it! I can’t do this! Little Miss isn’t sick at all, Madam. At most, her throat turned hoarse from all that bawling, but that’s it. It’s Mr. Smith—he’s so desperate to see you, but you wouldn’t come with me back there…”