Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1881

Since that incident, Raven’s daily expenses had become Aristotle’s responsibility. This was especially germane due to the injuries she suffered, as they hamstrung her so much that she could no longer resume her part-time work to survive. Taking her under his wing was the least he could do.

Since she temporarily lost the ability to care for herself, he invited her to move into his luxury mansion in France. Then came the time for Aristotle to return home, and he brought her along as well.

Granted, if he had any other choice, he would not have chosen to do this, either—Aristotle was used to being by himself. Having an additional member by his side felt awkward.

Raven Leigh started out as his compatriot, but at a young age, her mother married a French man. Shortly after, she brought young Raven with her abroad. One day her mother died, and she soon found it rendered her invisible to her stepfather’s eyes. The young woman began living on her own for several years before getting into the same prestigious college Aristotle enrolled through exemplary grades.

The fact that a mere woman could survive all on her own abilities was nothing short of laudable, which was why it would be remiss of Aristotle if he abandoned her in the ruins he had indirectly caused. At the very least, he needed to make sure she was physically well again.

Immediately upon reaching the hospital, Raven was sent into the emergency room. Now that his mind was freed, Aristotle remembered his phone, and sure enough, he had several missed calls. Some of them were from Cynthia, others from Tiffany and Jackson.

Guilt unfurled in his mind. He scrolled through them and picked Cynthia, possibly out of the belief that it was always easier to explain oneself to their peers than to someone of a different generation. The call connected very quickly.

“Hey, I’ve got an emergency, so I can’t be there at the moment. I’ll have to visit Pa West and Aunt Tiffany a bit later than planned; I’m sorry.”

Cynthia considered the food laid out on the table and felt a little forlorn. “Oh. Um, what sort of emergency? If you can make it in a short while, though, we really don’t mind waiting a lil’ while longer. Dinner can stand to be a bit late.”

Aristotle shot a glance at the door barring the emergency room and thought for a while. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he finally said.