Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1730

Alejandro picked the little girl up and cooed, “There, there; okay. Go play with your toys. Daddy will be with you after he’s done with some unfinished business, okay?”

Melissa, already in a mood to report the bad guy, sniffled before complaining in her squeaky voice, “That grandma hit M-M-Mommy! She hit Mommy!”

Alejandro pinched her cheek. “Aww, got it. Daddy knows.”

Seeing how kindly Alejandro treated Melissa drew doubts in Mrs. Lark’s heart. How could an esteemed family of their standing, which traditionally demanded an heir rather than an heiress, see any need to dote on a girl? What kind of powerful family would ever be fine with not having a son?

The nanny dutifully approached him to take Melissa away. Melanie, meanwhile, looked positively embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Alejandro. This… this is an altercation between my mother and me. It doesn’t concern you.”

Alejandro narrowed his eyes slightly. “Yes, I agree. It’s none of my business. But you’re having your silly spat on my property, and she laid her hand on a member of my family. So, what the hell is that about? Go on; I’m all ears. I’m not the kind to turn my back against reason, am I?”

There was no way Mrs. Lark would tell the truth. She was not stupid—she could tell that Alejandro knew nothing yet. Yet, Melanie herself decided to keep mum as well. Now that Jackson had caught wind of the truth, the probability of the Wests calling the Tremonts in as their ally to destroy the Larks had become all too real. Throw Alejandro into that dangerous alliance, and the Larks would perish before they could even struggle.

She was utterly disappointed with them, and yet… She could not find it in her to watch a family she had called home for twenty-odd years crash and burn, either.

Seeing both sides sinking into silence, Alejandro announced impassively, “Maybe we should get inside, sit down, and have a good civil talk. We are family, aren’t we? No need to have all these ugly, public altercations reflecting poorly on us.”

He was the first to stride into the house. Mrs. Lark, meanwhile, shot Melanie a stink-eye that oozed fury and disappointment, hoping that it could deter her daughter from mentioning the wrong things.

What claimed poor Melanie’s mind, however, was the broiling agony burning her cheek. She wondered if her face had started to swell a little—from the force alone, Melanie could tell that Mrs. Lark had put all of her anger into it.