Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1883

Cynthia cowered beside Papa Jackson, shivering like a kitten. “But Mom! Ares just came back after so many years! We haven’t hung out with each other for so long, it’s only normal if things get a lil’, you know, awkward? Weird? Not used to each other? But I’m sure that given time, we’ll just be back to normal again!” she protested. “Besides, what happens if he doesn’t like me that way? What am I supposed to do, then? This isn’t the kind of thing I should control, right? Like… what if he’s always seen me as his little sister growing up?”

Jackson, contrasting his wife, turned out to be a lot more zen about these things. “C’mon. Rest your heart, Tiffie. Let the kids explore and develop their love life at their own pace, okay? We parents have no business sticking our hands into their business. Besides, Aristotle said it already—Rey is just a schoolmate who’s taken up a temporary lodge at his place. She’s just not his girlfriend.”

The longer Tiffany stared, the more this father-daughter duo became an eyesore. “Look at the two of you taking an L without a fight—urgh! Jackson West, weren’t you a Casanova with a ton of ultimate-charm-hexes up in your sleeves back in those heydays, huh? Would it kill you to teach your daughter something? God, just look at her! Unlike you, this girl doesn’t even have half of your craft!” she snapped. “You know what? This conversation is over! I’m hitting the sack early tonight! Why? Because looking at y’all is giving me mental fatigue!”

Cynthia watched her mother storm up the stairs with steps pounding like thunder and asked under her breath, “Dad…? What does she mean, ‘ultimate-charm-hex’ back in ‘those days’?”

The corner of Jackson’s lips twitched. “Uh, about that… Look, it’s the sort of skills you awaken on your own, okay? You can’t teach ‘em. Besides, your mom was making stuff up, hon. Honestly, your pops has no super-secret technique to teach you other than… going to bed early, I guess? It’s the beauty sleep that makes the sleeping beauty! So... yeah. Go take a shower and go to bed.”

He left his daughter at that and rushed upstairs to appease his wife. After all, the presence of an upset Tiffany meant an upset household was on the way!

By the time Aristotle brought Raven back to the Tremont Estate, it was already late at night.

He had been even more taciturn than usual throughout the journey. The silence was so sharp, it prompted Raven to remark gingerly, “You think I’m too much trouble, don’t you? Have I... gotten on your bad side?”

“No. You are my responsibility,” Aristotle replied flatly. “Though I need to remind you: I’ll be taking care of the company starting tomorrow, so I’ll be very busy from then on. So if you have any trouble or need, please talk to Agnes. I wager there’s not much to worry, since the doctor had made the instruction clear. You just have to take your medicine on time, and you should be free from any health issues. Either way, you should get some rest.”