Chapter 368 He Couldn’t Bear It
Dalton jumped. He landed awkwardly, twisting his ankle, but he just ignored the pain.
He limped toward the separate house where Chandler lived.
It was late, the night eerily quiet, and no one was around to stop. him.
He saw a soft light glowing from one of the rooms and approached slowly.
Then, he heard it. It was gentle, faint moans from a woman.
The sound was soft, alluring, and stirred something deep inside him.
He recognized it as Meryl’s voice.
Dalton’s body trembled. He could imagine the scene unfolding behind that door. There was something passionate, something intimate.
He thought, “Uncle Chandler must be enjoying himself, right?
He’s possessing her, tasting her beauty. Uncle Chandler must be over the moon.”
Dalton regretted it.
He thought, “If I hadn’t held onto those moral principles back in
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His throat tightened, veins pulsing at his temples, his eyes bloodshot.
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He didn’t know why, but despite knowing what was happening inside, he couldn’t stop himself from coming here.
Wiping a hand across his face, he suddenly started pounding on the door violently as if he wanted to break it down.
He knew if he didn’t make them stop, he’d lose his mind if he had to hear anymore.
The sounds inside abruptly ceased.
Meryl bit her lip and slid off Chandler, instinctively pulling the blanket over herself, leaving only her head exposed.
Chandler glanced toward the door, his eyes growing darker.
At this hour, no one should be disturbing them. Chandler quickly guessed who was at the door.
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he pulled Meryl tightly into his arms.
Meryl’s face flushed crimson as she pressed herself against his chest, her body trembling slightly. She could hear his deep, raspy voice whispering, “Ignore it. Let’s continue.”
́His chest was solid and powerful, and as she leaned against him,
she felt the steady thumping of his heartbeat.
The sensation of their skin pressed together, forced so close, made her realize just how audacious this man could be.
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She hadn’t expected Chandler to be so indulgent, wanting to continue even with someone knocking at the door.
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“Not now,” she whispered softly. “I’m embarrassed. Go see who
it is.”
She wasn’t sure if anyone had heard the earlier sounds, but the thought of it made her feel mortified.
Chandler had been unusually insatiable tonight. Though they’d already tangled multiple times that afternoon, he seemed even more energized as the night went on.
Meryl was exhausted, but he seemed in no hurry to stop.
She thought about how she had jumped from Dalton’s window earlier. It certainly could’ve been misunderstood, and perhaps that’s why she allowed Chandler to do as he pleased. She hoped it would cool his temper.
But it seemed the more she gave in, the more engrossed Chandler became. He’d even made her try several demanding positions, making her feel like her back was on the verge of breaking.
Seeing how flustered she was, Ghandler finally slowed down, lazily putting on his pants and walking toward the door.
Meryl hurriedly threw on her robe and curled up tightly under the covers, wrapping herself like a cocoon.
Chandler opened the door, and there stood Dalton, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.
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His eyes shimunered, not quite with tears, but with a wild, raw
anger.
The moment the door opened, Dalton immediately looked inside.
He caught sight of Meryl, huddled under the blankets, only a lock of her hair peeking out.
Her bright, clear eyes glanced shyly toward him. Their gazes met briefly, quietly connecting behind Chandler’s back.
