Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 368

Tiffany slowed her pace immediately. Her heart thumped wildly, hoping it was just a coincidence.

When Summer ended her phone call, she saw Tiffany standing at the bottom of the staircase unsure of herself. She summoned Tiffany over. “Let’s have breakfast, Tiffie. I just spoke to your mother on the phone. She’s delighted when she heard you’re dating Jackson. I even asked her out for a high tea today.”

It was true. The thing she worried about the most had happened...

“Mrs. West, how did you obtain my mother’s number?” Tiffany could not even force a smile on her face.

“Well, about that… I have my ways of obtaining her number. You don’t have to be so shocked. What’s wrong? Why do you seem unhappy? Are you blaming me for calling your mother without informing you first? I don’t think it’s not improper for me to do such a thing.” When Summer noticed the changes in Tiffany’s expression, the atmosphere, naturally, became slightly tense.

Since it had happened, Tiffany could only accept it. “Mrs. West, I’m not upset. It’s just that… Let’s forget about it. It’s not a big deal. We should have breakfast now. I still need to go to work.” She did not want to tell Summer about how wicked her mother was. It was too much, and she could not bring herself to mention it. Moreover, she was only putting on a show with Jackson, it was unnecessary to talk about her mother with Summer.

Jackson finally showed up halfway through their breakfast, looking energetic. When he sat down, he used his left hand to eat. Surprisingly, it did not seem awkward for him to use his left hand. In fact, he had used it smoothly.

Surprised, Tiffany asked, “Are you left-handed? But I always see you eating with your right hand…”

Jackson complained. “I can’t use my right hand now. It was crushed by a pig’s foot last night.”

Tiffany’s face flushed, speechless. She did not think she had hurt him that much.

Summer did not pity her son. She only smiled broadly.

Summer’s poodle ran over, begging for food. She lifted the poodle up and fed it an egg tart. She cooed, “Little Bean, I’ll bring you out for a walk when you finish your food. You better be good.”

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In the Tremont Estate.

Arianne and Mark sat quietly at the dining table. It happened so often that nobody thought it was strange.