Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison
Chapter 26

Chapter 26 Our Marriage License

Seeing it was Anne calling, she quickly tapped the button.

"Dear, I almost forgot. Are you being discharged from the hospital today?"

There was background noise over the phone. She felt Anne must have called during a break in her shooting.

"If you don't want to go back to the Stone Villa, you can stay at my place for now. I'll give you the address and the door lock code..."

Meryl responded, "No need. You and Dante are married. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay there."

Although Anne and Dante's marriage was one of convenience and they shared little affection, they were legally a married couple.

It would be inappropriate for Meryl to stay at their home, especially since Anne was currently traveling.

She needed to avoid any impropriety.

Anne asked worriedly, "Then where will you go?"

Meryl replied, "To my fiancé's place."

Hearing this, Anne exploded on the other end of the line, sounding quite frustrated.

"Meryl, didn't you say you had moved on from clinging the wrong guy like Dalton? Why are you going back to him now? That's so spineless! I really want to knock some sense into you!" Anne had seen the morning news on the plane and was infuriated by it.

She thought those two despicable men and women, making a scandalous scene in a hotel and everyone knowing about it, were truly disgusting.

Anne had intended to comfort Meryl with this call, but to her dismay, Meryl had turned to Dalton again.

"You're not going back to plead with Dalton to get back with you, are you? He has already cuckolded you, and you're still putting up with it?"

Meryl realized Anne had misunderstood.

She quickly explained, "The fiancé I mentioned isn't Dalton."

There was a long pause from Anne, lasting several seconds. "Not Dalton? Then who is it? Wait, Meryl. When did you get involved with someone else? What's his name? What does he do?" Meryl couldn't answer any of those questions.

She knew as little about her supposed fiancé as Anne did.

"I'll tell you more about it later. I've just arrived at his place. Gotta go now."

Meryl entered the house using the door code. No one was there.

The house wasn't very large, but it was brightly lit by the sun, casting a serene glow on the floor, giving a sense of peaceful times.

It looked like the house bore few traces of being lived in, and she wondered, "Does he really live here?"

Meryl changed into slippers and walked around the house. Just as she finished her tour, her phone beeped with a new message.

[There are groceries in the fridge, and if you don't feel like cooking, feel free to dine out. The bank card is on top of the shoe cabinet. There's no spending limit. Use it as you wish.]

[I'll be working late tonight, so don't wait for me. Try to get some rest. We'll go get our marriage license tomorrow morning.]

Upon reading the message, Meryl immediately went to the shoe cabinet to take the card.

She didn't plan on spending freely.

After all, his generosity stemmed from gratitude for her once saving his life. It wasn't right to take advantage of someone's kindness.

As for his promise of a lifetime, she didn't believe it.

She knew that sincerity would be fleeting, and having been let down before, she had learned her lesson.

Meanwhile, Chandler waited a few minutes without a reply from Meryl. He showed a hint of disappointment.

He pressed his lips slightly and turned off his phone.

"Mr. Aniston, the stock price of Galaxy Holdings Group has plummeted this morning, causing even Sir Aniston to be alerted." Walter placed

two documents in front of Chandler. "The morning's news had a significant impact, and the PR department has drafted a response plan. Would you like to review it first?"

Given the matter involved the Aniston family, the PR department was also very cautious and sought Chandler's opinion first.

Chandler did not even glance up, his response cold. "Tell the PR department to stay out of it. Whoever caused the mess can deal with it themselves!"

Walter nodded and exited the office, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour later, Dalton stormed in, agitated. "Chandler, what are you thinking? Such a big issue, and you won't let PR step in? Do you want others to laugh at our family?" Chandler continued to focus on the documents in front of him, seemingly oblivious, without looking up.

The office was deathly quiet, and it was then that Dalton realized he had been too impulsive.

He toned down considerably and tentatively called out,

"Chandler?"