Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison
Chapter 29

Chapter 29 What Had I Just Done

Lydia clenched her fists and pressed her lips.

She knew all too well that with Dalton's personality, the

suspicion would only deepen once he started doubting if she didn't come clean.

"Dalton, I just wanted to get some photos taken by the

paparazzi. I had no idea it would escalate to TV reporters and blow up like this."

Dalton was fond of Lydia and had even considered marrying her despite his family's objections.

But feeling manipulated into this situation forced him, which was something Dalton found hard to accept.

Being pushed forward against his will inevitably made him rebellious.

Seeing the grim look on Dalton's face, Lydia reached for hist hand. "Dalton, I just really want to be with you."

Dalton didn't respond and kept walking.

"Dalton?" When Lydia saw him avoid her touch, her eyes quickly reddened.

Only then did Dalton turn to look at her, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Aren't we supposed to hold

supposed to hold a press conference?

The reporters are ready. You better wipe away those tears!"

Hearing that, Lydia was finally relieved.

She ran up to him and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice soft and pleading.

"Love is selfish. I want to stand by your side, Dalton. I'll take the blame, but Chandler only gave me three days. If I can't win you over, he'll deal with me.

"I don't care about myself, but I can't bear to leave you, so I had no choice."

Thinking of the years Lydia had spent with him, enduring silently, Dalton suddenly felt a deep sympathy for her.

Love, indeed, was selfish. All because Lydia loved him too much.

But Meryl had never schemed against him...

He looked down, his eyes filled with sadness.

Perhaps it was the change of environment, or maybe because they were going to get a marriage license the next morning, Meryl couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, she suddenly heard the sound of the door lock.

She looked at the time. It was already half past midnight. She wondered, "Was it him?"

Meryl slipped on her slippers and had just reached the hallway when the door opened from the outside.

A man in a suit, thoroughly drunk, stumbled over the threshold and unexpectedly fell into her arms.

Meryl staggered backward, unprepared for his embrace.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

The scent of masculine hormones filled her as his nose brushed against her cheek, making her cheeks flush.

The door shut behind them with a thud, stopping the light from the hallway.

In the dim space, the only sounds were his heavy breathing and the subtle brushing of his nose against her cheek.

Meryl turned her head slightly, and her lips accidentally brushed against his cheek..

She felt a shock through her body, her heartbeat pounding wildly.

She thought, "What had I just done?

Had I kissed him?"

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and Meryl instinctively clutched his shirt to prevent him from falling.

At the same time, she looked down, checking his expression.

Fortunately, heavily intoxicated, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, seemingly unaware of her abrupt move.

Meryl breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

She wondered, "How much had he drunk to be this intoxicated?

It's tough being a boss these days."

Chandler didn't respond, but his eyes narrowed when Meryl accidentally kissed him.

He swept his arms around her waist with one move, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol, his voice deep and slightly hoarse. "Honey, haven't you gone to bed yet?"

She thought, "Honey?"