Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1873

Perhaps the underpinning of Mark’s rationale was Mary’s age. She was so old, she could possibly die before the couple ever returned to their home country, thus dooming her to die in a foreign land.

It was a rather cruel prospect that begged to be considered. Hence, in the end, Mark reasoned that it would be better for her to stay behind with Henry as the keepers of Tremont Estate.

At first, Mark was worried that Smore might throw crying fits during his first few days with Jackson’s family, so he made it a routine to video call the kid since he touched down in Switzerland. That habit did not last long, because Mark soon realized the full extent of his son’s apathy—the brat never thought of talking to him or Arianne during their calls, let alone throw a fit over missing them!

Time flew. Never in Mark’s wildest imagination would he have thought that he would stay in Switzerland for nineteen long years.

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Nineteen years later, in the same old White Water Bay Villa, Tiffany Lane West was urging the kitchen staff to be quicker with his work while she anxiously eyed the clock on the wall every few minutes.

Said “kitchen staff”—more well-known as Jackson West—was so irritated by her incessant nagging that his head finally peered out of the kitchen door while he held a frying pan.

“—Excuse moi, but he isn’t even here yet, is he? Jesus, all this nagging! As if cooking isn’t a delicate art that needs le time and le soul,” he snapped. “You gotta remember how long I haven’t been working in the kitchen, Tiffie. If I made anything less than Michelin-five-stars, you’d be the first one to rant!”

Tiffany pursed her lips into a sneer. “I just miss him, okay? Besides, look at the time! It’s getting dark and yet, where’s our Smore? He told us it’s today, right? He even promised he’s gonna have dinner with us!”

“Honey, he ain’t a three-year-old anymore, so maybe drop the nickname for the grown man’s sake, hmm? Also, how come you don’t miss your own flesh and blood that much, huh? He’s studying abroad too, for the record,” Jackson replied a little helplessly. “Anyway, I’m about to be done, so go get Cindy out of her room and tell her to get down here right now. God, I swear, no one knows what that young woman’s doing all cooped up in her room all day like that.”

Bringing up her daughter’s name was a surefire way of refreshing Tiffany’s steam. In a flash, the mother had stormed all the way up to the daughter’s room before banging on her door. “Miss Cynthia West, what are you doing in there?! Your brother’s coming home today and you’re cooped up inside? Go and check if his room’s all prepared, young lady; keep ‘em tidy or whatever! Seriously, I can’t go on three days without shouting at you!”