Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1784

Melanie eschewed heading home straight away after her visit to the West Family residence. Instead, with Melissa in tow, she went on a grocery-shopping spree with her mind already drawing up everything the house was lacking.

The duo came out of the supermarket soon after. Melissa was suddenly struck by the jejune need for her mother to carry her, but Melanie’s hands were completely full of groceries by then. “Millie, come now, be a good girl. How about we have a little walk to our car first? Once we’re there, Mommy can put this stuff down and then carry you in her arms, okie? The car’s in the supermarket’s basement; it’s not toooo far, is it? Come on, let’s be a good girl.”

Melissa refused to be reasoned. She fell onto her butt and sat on the floor before weeping to herself. She was not known to bawl loudly, so her antics did not attract much attention from disinterested passerbys.

Still, Melanie was a little hard-pressed as to what to do. A situation like this was dime a dozen to every housewife who had ever experienced grocery-shopping with a young toddler without external help. Once the child started acting up, the mother—like Melanie right now—would find herself quite stuck and powerless. It was not like she had an extra pair of arms!

Just then, Melanie heard a voice, cool as a breeze, ringing from beside her. “Hey, hand me your stuff. I’ll help you take ‘em to the basement.”

Surprised, she turned, and her eyes linked with a pair of penetrative ones on the man’s face.

She exclaimed, “…Teo?! Oh my God, when did you return?”

Mateo Rodriguez—Melanie believed he counted as her childhood friend. The Larks had moved to a new place when she was ten, but before then, Mateo was her neighbor. They remained as close friends throughout junior high, but after he chose to complete his senior high in the Capital, their correspondences dwindled gradually. Once a blue moon, though, the two still talked to each other through the phone. The last they had ever talked was about half a year ago, though.

The friends had not seen each other in person for so long, and the difference between them was stark. Mateo was still the same man Melanie remembered: there was always a limelight on him no matter where he went. He was handsome. He was also very rich, which cultivated an upper-class air of regality that was now seeping out of him. It made him stand out even more.

In comparison, Melanie was… lame. Her hands were full of groceries after a solo trip to the supermarket with a toddler who was crying for hugs while she could only gawk, helpless. She was an unglamorous, hapless housewife.