Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1632

Smore placed a few of his cookies into an empty plate. “I’m leaving some of these for Daddy. He hasn’t eaten what Mommy made yet.”

Was Smore insensitive and inconsiderate? If he were, he would not have cared if his father had gotten to taste his mother’s cookies. Was Smore sensitive and sweet, then? Well, he did just twist the knife in his mother’s heart, right where it hurt…

Mary, at the very least, was amused by the little boy’s antic. “Aww, isn’t our Smore just the most precious, sweetest thing?” she praised. “Your daddy puts on an icy exterior all the time, too, but boy, he’s always the nicest gentleman to his lady. The apple doesn’t fall too far from its tree; I know for sure that you’ll grow up to be just as much of a loving man.”

Meanwhile in the Tremont Estate, sitting across from each at the dining table, were Mark and Shelly gawking at one another in tense silence.

The clamor of fireworks outside was all the presence Christmas’s Eve amounted to within the walls of the Tremont Estate. Without it, anyone within the house might miss the fact that tonight was the night before one of the merriest festivals of the year, as the house was grim and doleful and its interior was utterly devoid of any celebratory decoration.

Every delicacy on the table tasted like wax to Mark. He might physically be here, but his soul had long left the building.

Unsurprisingly, Shelly knew exactly what was on his mind. She would not have cared at any other time, but tonight was Christmas Eve—she knew he was very likely to bail on her regardless.

She took a napkin and wiped the corner of her lips. “Oh, spare me that long, gloomy face, will you? Finish this meal with me, and you’ll be free to go to… wherever you want to be. I won’t stop you. Of course, it’s only for tonight. It’s a special occasion, so I’ll turn a blind eye to it,” she said noncommittally. “Still, you can’t spend your night outside; you must come back home. That’s all I’m asking.”