Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1653

Saoirse examined her freshly-made manicure nonchalantly. When she spoke, her tone was markedly devoid of the respect she used to reserve for Shelly. “Yea, I’ve talked to her. So? Listen, Mrs. Leigh, don’t ever call me about this ever again. Mr. Tremont never wanted to divorce Mrs. Tremont, did he? Which is why even now, they live as though the divorce never happened. They’re always meeting each other whenever they can. So, why did you ask me to stir up something to get Mrs. Tremont kicked out of the company? Were you trying to get me into trouble? No one crosses Mr. Tremont. What’s a quicker way to incur his wrath than to hurt his lady?

“With all due respect, Mrs. Leigh, you’re completely on the wrong side of things here. You yourself knew better than to piss Mr. Tremont off, so you tried to sacrifice me instead. You only see me as a pawn, don’t you? And even if I manage to marry Mr. Tremont in the future, should I be expecting you to concoct some new schemes to kick me away if I don’t behave as you’d like? That’s right, I know you’re the one who caused their divorce. In fact, I’m beginning to think that having an in-law like you is a pretty good testament to how hard a person’s misfortune hits,” she said, before finishing, “Anyway, I’m a busy young lady, so I’m gonna have to stop right here. Goodbye.”

Shelly had not expected Saoirse to abandon ship so soon. When the same young woman cut off their call in her face, it caused her combined fury to erupt. She almost smashed her newly-bought phone into pieces as she shrieked, “That mousy, useless piece of sh*t!”

The day quickly turned into night. Mark had driven several laps in the Tremont Estate’s area before finally conceding that he had to go back to the Estate in the end.

He could not remember a day when he needed not convince himself to go home. Seeing Shelly just put that much strain on his mind.

Mark was prepared for a face-whipping typhoon behind that door, but what awaited him—for reasons so mysterious, Mark wondered if he should count it as miraculous or sinister—was a very calm, decidedly-not-shouting Shelly. In fact, she even looked like she had had a good day.

“Welcome home, Mark dear. Why didn’t you answer my call last night? You haven’t even replied to any of my messages, either. That’s a shame, isn’t it? I only wanted to ask how Smore’s doing and maybe talk to you a bit. Don’t tell me you’ve made declining my calls a habit now,” she said. “I know, I know. You think me annoying and you don’t want me fussing about you. But it’s only because I care for your wellbeing, you know. I get that Arianne won’t let me see Smore, but does that mean I’ll suddenly lose interest in him? No way; that’s my grandson, alright? But… Enough about last night. I know you’re tired, so go take a rest. I’m not going to go off at length about it anymore—wouldn’t want you to feel any more annoyed.”

Seeing Shelly in one of her less cantankerous moods made Mark lose his temper. Instinctively, he replied, “’kay. I’ll be upstairs.”

Shelly waited until he disappeared into the stairs before every scintilla of pleasantness in her mien dissipated as though they were never there. After living with him for a few days, Shelly had assembled a clear profile of Mark’s temperament. She learned that the man always responded back in kind—act meek, and he reacts meekly; be aggressive, and he reacts with aggression.