Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 845

Having more people occupying the Tremont Estate did not turn the spacious house more vivacious. Instead, it seemed to have sucked out all of the life in the area.

Tiffany, who was firmly on Tanya’s side, did not attempt to hide her animosity toward Vicky. Throw Jackosn’s presence into the mix, and it was as though dangerous undercurrents were charging through the air.

Vicky was not the least perturbed. Instead, she freely dove into the men’s group and chatted away, making herself look like the sun while the others were orbiting planets.

A woman who acted as though she knew everyone, strangers and friends alike, would always draw ire from some people, but Vicky became particularly egregious when she kept ordering Mary, who was taking care of Aristotle, around like she was the mistress of the house. “Excuse me, Mary, but could you please make me a glass of juice or something? I don’t like tea.”

Mary tolerated her only because she respected Eric. “My hands are tied with the baby, dear. There are people in the kitchen you could ask for help; in fact, you could always make one yourself. The tools are there, and the fruits are in the fridge. You can pick whatever you like.”

Vicky’s glance quickly snapped toward Eric. “Ricky, boo? Vicky really wanna have some juice-juice right now…”

Tiffany rolled her eyes as a wave of goosebumps spread through her skin. Eric, however, rose to his feet immediately and started toward the kitchen. “Okay, babe. What juice?”

Vicky gave a sweet smile. “Grenadine, pwease?”

Mary deadpanned. Grenadine?! Of all things, she picked something unavailable! “We don’t have pomegranates right now.”

Eric turned to Vicky and shrugged. “Ain’t got any. Pick another.”

Downstairs, Mary brought Aristotle upstairs for bed on Arianne’s order, who feared that their chatter might disturb her son. Still, this was the first time that Arianne and Tiffany sat together without chatting. Instead, their attention was trained on Vicky.

The social butterfly was incapable of feeling awkward when injecting herself into other people’s conversations, and now, she skillfully mingled with the men. It did not matter what topics they were discussing; it could be about business or other interests — Vicky would still find a way to butt in with unexpectedly astute opinions. By this point, one had to admit that she had an impressive ability.

Tanya herself seemed a little too on edge. Since stepping into the estate, she had taken about seven or eight trips to the bathroom.

Halfway through the conversation, Vicky suddenly smoothed Jackson’s shoulder with the kind of casualness typically reserved for close friends; it was hard to tell if the gesture was deliberate or not. “Oh, your suit is a little creased there. Don’t worry, I think it’s accidental.”

The smile in Jackson’s visage remained unwavering, but his eyes darted toward Tiffany intuitively as a lick of discomfort crossed his pupils. “It’s nothing…”