Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison
Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Lying on My Bed

Meryl pressed her lips, startled by the address as if struck by lightning.

But then again, she recalled they going to get their marriage license tomorrow, so it seemed appropriate. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Chandler spoke slowly, "Are you staying up late waiting for me?" Meryl didn't respond, helping him to sit down on the sofa.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, the normally reserved man seemed less aggressive and oddly puppy-like.

She thought, "Puppy-like?"

The thought had barely formed before Meryl dismissed it.

"Want some water?" Meryl crouched in front of him, looking up at him. "Shall I get you one?"

He closed his eyes, unresponsive, as if about to fall asleep.

After waiting a moment without a reply, Meryl turned to leave, but suddenly, he reached out his hand from behind, gripping her neck and pulling her back. Caught off guard, Meryl fell to her one knee on his lap.

Then, before she could react, he pressed his forehead against hers.

Their eyes met, and Meryl's heart raced, pounding as if it would burst from her chest.

The drunken Chandler exuded an aggressive demeanor.

His breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, washed over her face.

As time ticked by, just when Meryl began to relax, the next second, he pressed his burning lips against hers.

Meryl felt as if she were in a dream.

She thought, "Otherwise, why would I now find myself held close in his arms, being kissed?"

Her legs parted as she sat on his lap, his hand supporting her waist, pulling her tightly against him.

Meryl was so surprised that she momentarily forgot to push him away.

By the time she gathered her wits, her lips had been parted, and his shirt under her hands was crumpled beyond recognition. Feeling like she had been startled, Meryl didn't even glance at him on the sofa. She pushed him away and ran into her room. The moment the door shut, the seemingly drunk Chandler opened his eyes.

He touched his lips with his fingers, still relishing the moment.

Just then, he got Dante's text: [Got home now?]

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

Dante texted: [Replying so fast? Are you

Cally drunk?]

Chandler turned to glance at the closed door of the room.

His smile grew wider, and after a few seconds, he began typing: [I'm getting married tomorrow.]

The sudden shift in topic took Dante a moment to process.

After he caught on, he couldn't help but throw in a tease: [You kidding? Drunk and dreaming about the government assigning you a wife?] Chandler's message oozed smugness: [You're right. My bride is currently in my room, lying on my bed.]

Dante silenced for a full minute.

He texted: [Meryl?]

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

Dante texted: [What were you two doing in the room?]

Chandler replied: [A man and a woman alone at night, drunk, what do you think happened? Can I even tell you?]

Dante felt Chandler was wicked, not saying much but implying at lot.

Chandler texted: [No other intention, just reminding you to get a gift for my bride.]

Dante was speechless.

He had guessed Chandler, up in the middle of the night, wasn't just chatting without a reason.

He thought, "Turns out he was eyeing the gift."

Meanwhile, having closed her door, Meryl felt her heart pounding wildly.

She lay in bed, taking deep breaths for a long while, trying to

calm down.

Who would have thought her first kiss would be with man she had only met a few times?

More bizarrely, she was about to get a marriage license with him. the next day, but she was still not even sure of his name.

Meryl had never felt this way about any man other than Dalton, let alone had such intimate contact.

In fact, her reason for this whirlwind marriage wasn't just to

She was tired, weary.

After experiencing the cruelest abandonment and witnessing the darkest of human hearts, she wanted someone to spend her life with.

She was clear in her heart that she and Dalton were a thing of the past. Since she had decided to marry, she was ready to start anew with another man.

She thought, "But was this going too fast?

Our first night together, and we already kissed?"

The more Meryl thought about it, the redder her cheeks became.

As inappropriate images flashed through her mind, she wrapped herself in the quilt, tossing and turning.

She slapped her cheeks, forcing herself to stop thinking about it.

She drifted off into a restless sleep, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already broad daylight.

After freshening up in her room, Meryl looked down and fidgeted with her fingers, debating whether to go out. Just then, someone knocked on the door.