Chapter 155 Too Eager
Her legs felt strangely weak.
The atmosphere between them was charged with an unspoken intimacy.
Meryl swallowed nervously, placing her hands on Chandler’s chest, and asked cautiously, “Chandler, do you… want to kiss
me?”
Chandler’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
Before he could speak, Meryl closed her eyes, bracing herself for a kiss.
She thought, “Tonight, Chandler really stepped up. Not only did he bring Anne to the hospital, but he also put some pressure on
Dante.
It’s just a kiss, after all. Not too much.”
She was prepared for it, but as time ticked by, Chandler remained motionless.
Confused, Meryl opened her eyes and looked at him, her voice rasping as she said, “What’s wrong?”
Chandler raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk on his face. “Mrs. Aniston, are you a bit too eager?”
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Meryl’s cheeks flushed bright red; her embarrassment was palpable.
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Chandler seized the opportunity to lean in, gently nibbling on Meryl’s earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
“Hang tight, we’ll save it for when we get home. I’m worried that if I kiss you now, I won’t be able to stop… and I’ll want you crying out beneath me in the car.”
Meryl’s mind was spinning, her scalp tingling at his low, seductive murmur.
She thought, “Haven’t we just finished a few hours ago?
And now, this guy wants more?”
Later, Chandler was driving with Meryl in the passenger seat.
She turned to look at him.
Chandler’s one hand rested casually on the steering wheel as the car made a turn, the slanting light from outside casting a soft glow on his profile.
His already striking features were accentuated even more.
When his gaze met hers, there was a lazy, almost nonchalant charm to his expression that made him even more handsome.
Meryl found herself unable to look away.
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As the car left the parking lot and headed out of the hospital, a sudden gust of cold wind caught Dalton’s attention.
He was standing in the shadows, having taken a walk after a restless night.
He froze when he saw Chandler guiding Meryl into the back seat of the car.
However, Dalton didn’t move.
He watched as Chandler seated Meryl on his lap and observed their intimate, tangled interaction.
Dalton saw Chandler try to kiss Meryl, only to have her shyly pull away.
A tight knot of realization formed in Dalton’s chest.
He thought, “Clearly, Meryl isn’t interested in Uncle Chandler.
She’s just leaning on him for protection. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be avoiding his kiss.
It makes sense; Uncle Chandler is almost thirty, and why would Meryl be attracted to someone so much older?
She’s always had eyes for me.”
With that thought, Dalton’s anxiety cased.
