Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 696

Tiffany had returned from work earlier by half an hour. To make up for neglecting Jackson, she decided to visit the kitchen and whip up dinner. Yes, she admitted that her cooking skills might be a little suspect, but it’s the thought that counts.

Hearing that she had come off work earlier than usual, Jackson, who found her recent furtive activities fishy, tailed her quietly back to White Water Villa. Almost immediately, he heard susurrus escaping from the kitchen, so he stepped into the room whence the sound came.

To no one’s surprise, the kitchen had descended into chaos.

Tiffany flashed her teeth. “You see, it was supposed to be for dinner…”

Jackson sighed in resignation, “It’s fine, Tiffie, let me take the wheel. I gotta head back to the company for overtime work after dinner, you know. I bet it will be morning when you finally finish your culinary masterpiece.”

Before she could deliver her repartee, her newly-bought phone rang, cutting into her sentence. A quick glance at the screen informed her that it was a call from the private investigator. Although she had not labeled the contact as such, she recognized the number by heart.

Mild guilt dripped into her mien. “Er, excuse me, I kinda have to take this.”

Something within Jackson’s gaze stirred. She had never needed to accept a call behind his back.

The P.I. informed Tiffany that Grant had gone on another visit to Lilian’s place. It infuriated the girl, causing her to yank the apron away from her waist, snatch her handbag, and head to the door.

“I gotta go out to tend to some business, and it’s gonna take a while,” she declared. “If you’ve finished making dinner, go ahead without me.”

Tiffany opened her door and got out, answering, “Yo, Uncle Grant! I’m blind, apparently.”

The reveal made Grant a little queasy. Prior to this, he had never once broken his façade as a kindly, decorous man in front of Tiffany. “Oh, uh, haha. I didn’t know it was you; thought it was some no-good punk trying to give me a hard time. Back here to check on your mother, Tiffany? Kind young lady, go, see her now. Sadly, I won’t be joining you, since I still have some things to do.”

“Oh, I wanted to see her, but it turns out my mother changed the lock for your sake. So now, I can’t even get in,” Tiffany gibed stoically. “Now, why don’t you set aside whatever errands you have and talk to me?”

Grant pointedly eluded the topic of Lilian’s lock-changing decision, which proved he already knew about it. “Go ahead, then. What’s on your mind?”

Tiffany did not mince words. “I know what your ulterior motive is, and to that, I say: get the hell away from my mother. All she has is that house she’s living in right now and nothing else; the money’s all under my name. Besides, that house belongs to the Lane family — even if she marries you, you won’t be getting it. My mom might be an airhead who could believe anyone, but I’m nothing like her.”