Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1123

“All I did was to back out of a decision I made, and you’re already so obnoxiously thankful for it?” Alejandro snapped. “Seriously, thanking me for something like this? Do you honestly see this as some kinda royal pardon? Despicable. You’re Melanie Smith née Lark, the princess of the Lark family. You have no reason to kowtow to anyone! And you should have fought me harder and never agreed to abandon that child.”

His words baffled Melanie, especially since he was the one who had taken both hard and soft power to make her bend to his will. “What are you saying? I… I didn’t wanna start a fight with you because of the baby. Regardless of how I wanted to be a mother, if you insist on not wanting a kid of our own, I’ll still defer to you for the sake of our future together.”

“Ha. That wasn’t your way of telling me that you’ve fallen in love with me, was it?” Alejandro jeered.

Melanie froze, finding herself hard-pressed to reply to him. The mocking tone stung her right at heart, making the answer “yes I have” too embarrassing to vocalize. Of course, he was right that theirs had always been a political marriage completely without any relationship foundation. From the first time they had met each other, their marriage, all the way till now—it was, in truth, only a very short time. If one discounted the shortcuts made possible by love-at-first-sight, asking anyone to build a bond over such a short time would be preposterous. Even if she admitted to him that she had fallen in love at the first moment they met, Alejandro could never believe it, could he?

He would still denigrate her, mock her, laugh at her. Because in this marriage, the only person who fell in love, at first sight, was Melanie alone. Alejandro’s heart had never experienced even the faintest ripple.

A few moments later, Melanie chuckled. “Oh, heavens, no. But we are husband-and-wife, right? There are more stakeholders than ourselves—there are our families to worry, too. Am I wrong for also taking them into account?”

Alejandro missed out on the pain hanging just at the corner of her lips, nor did he wonder about what might have crossed her mind before she spoke.

Melanie had more or less collected herself on their way back to the Smith Private Manor. Alejandro was right—maybe Melanie should have reverted to her role as the princess of the Larks in all of her haughty, self-entitled glory. Maybe Melanie should not have acted so deferentially to Alejandro, who made it clear that he hated her this way.

Her thoughts drifted to the baby inside of her—still alive and not taken away—and she felt a bit better about her state. “I would like to tell Grandpa and my parents about my pregnancy.”

It was not a request. She was the Lark family's princess, so she did not need any approval from Alejandro.

“Whatever,” came his flat answer.

It hurt, but Melanie managed to plaster that crack in her emotions. “Now, since you’re focusing on your recovery and have become a bit less busy, I thought of bringing you to my hometown in Ayashe sometime in the near future. With Jett accompanying you, it’ll be a smooth sail,” she suggested. “The last time I went home, my parents had told me how much they looked forward to seeing you, too, being their son-in-law and all. You should hang out with my family more, yes?”

Snippy irritation began to surface in Alejandro’s mien. “Can we talk about this some other time?”