Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 553

He steadied his emotions, ordered takeout, then walked out into the hallway and called the stranger’s number. The call was soon answered by a melodious female voice, “What do you want, Jackson? Our son is fussing. Can we talk later?”

His frustrations doubled when he heard the child’s cries, “I just wanted to say, do not disturb me until the test results are out and don’t call me either. Once the results are out and it’s proven that the boy is mine, I will settle things with you. If not, stay away from me!”

He ended the call immediately and secretly wiped off the cold sweat from his brow. Tiffany would check his phone from time to time. He shuddered to think of the consequences if she ever saw that message.

After deleting all untoward messages, he went back to the room as if nothing had happened. Tiffany emerged from the bathroom soon after, with only a towel wrapped around her. Water was dripping from her dark hair. Her long, smooth legs were particularly enticing, but today, he wasn’t in the mood. He couldn’t get into the mood with such a burden on his mind.

Tiffany was not used to this serious side to him. She walked towards him and sat on his lap, “What’s wrong? Are you bored of me?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist with a bitter smile on his face, “Of course not… I’m just tired… Go to bed once you’re done with supper. I’m going to bed after I’ve showered.”

Tiffany did not think too much of it and believed that he was really tired, “Alright, go wash up and get some sleep. I’ll wait for the takeout.”

By the time the takeout arrived, Jackson was already asleep. Tiffany munched on her supper as she binge watched her favorite drama series. Just as she was about to finish eating, her phone ran out of battery. She grabbed Jackson’s phone, as she usually would, to continue watching the show. Suddenly, a message notification appeared on the screen. She frowned, as it was blocking a whole part of the video. However, as the message lingered for a few seconds, she could tell that it wasn’t random spam… Because the first sentence of the message was — ‘I’m sorry for troubling you. I’m not doing this for the money…’

The next part of the message wasn’t shown, but that was already suspicious enough.

She was just about to tap into the message, when a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the phone away. She turned around; it was Jackson. He had woken up at some point.