Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison
Chapter 54

Chapter 54 Manly Physique

Chandler stood there, the upper half of his body bare, a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his toned abdomen, tracing down the contours of his muscles before disappearing into the waistband just above his enviable V-line. "Uh..." Meryl gulped, instinctively diverting her gaze.

She couldn't help but feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Could you hand me my sleepwear? The white one?"

Chandler didn't reply immediately; instead, a teasing grin spread across his face as if he found her flustered reaction. amusing.

He turned toward the bedroom and returned shortly with the requested white garment in hand.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar. Meryl reached out, trying to catch the edge of the towel. However, Chandler's grip remained firm, and she struggled to pull the garment through. Confused, Meryl peered through the narrow gap in the door at

him.

The steam from the bathroom swirled around them, creating a dreamy, almost ethereal atmosphere that enveloped the two of them.

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"What's going on?" Meryl ventured, her voice barely steady.

"Mrs. Aniston, you're quite the tease," Chandler quipped, hist gaze lingering over her delicate ankle before he withdrew his hand.

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Meryl finally got a hold of the sleepwear. She quickly closed the bathroom door, thoughts of his comment fading as she opened the fabric in disbelief.

What she held was not the innocent white sleepwear she had hoped for but rather one of the lace pieces Anne had insisted she

try on.

It was risqué, with ample cutouts that left little to the imagination.

Meryl felt her face flush in embarrassment as she stood frozen in place.

She thought, "Oh no... This can't be happening."

Frustrated, she raked her fingers through her hair in an attempt. to regain some composure. Enough was enough; she wrapped herself tightly in the towel and stormed out. Chandler's eyes were drawn to her as soon as she emerged. His gaze swept over her shoulders, and she noticed a flicker of something-desire?-in his eyes, deepening the blush on her cheeks.

Meryl dashed back into the room, shutting the door behind her,

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and hurriedly slipped into the sleepwear.

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Just as she exhaled relief, Chandler strode in from the living room, his presence commanding.

To ease the embarrassment, Meryl busied herself with her phone, but one touch led her to a voice message from Anne that sent her heart racing.

"Sorry, babe! I couldn't find the porn videos, but if all else fails, just dive right in! Chandler's a newbie; you two are on the same page-take your sweet time exploring each other, you know?" Meryl's eyes widened, her face glowing red.

She bit her lip, too embarrassed to meet Chandler's gaze.

The next message rolled in, playing without her consent. "I heard guys with a great physique like a force of nature? Enjoy yourself, darling! Good night!"

The room fell silent.

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Meryl felt her phone burning in her hands, wishing she could just toss it out the window.

As the message played out, she hurriedly attempted to exit, but her fingers were wet, so the screen became unresponsive.

The ease with which Anne chatted without hesitation was one thing, but having the subject of her comments listening was an entirely different ballgame. Chapter 54 Manly Physique

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"Um, I'm just going to grab a glass of water," Meryl squeaked, nearly fleeing the scene, not daring to look back at Chandler.

Suddenly, a strong grip caught her wrist, spinning her around.

Chandler stood close, his face inches from hers, their breaths. mingling in the charged atmosphere.

Meryl's heart raced as she took in his presence-still clad in nothing but that towel, his abs on full display, commanding her attention.

"Did I hear correctly? Mrs. Aniston, you have a taste for a certain physique?"

Chandler's low, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine, mingling with the fresh scent of his shower gel. Caught in his gaze, Meryl found herself drowning in an ocean of heat, the world around her melting away. Chandler seized her hands.

She could feel the solid, muscular strength in his grip, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

Meryl tried to pull her hands away, but Chandler's hold was

firm.

Chandler's gaze was soft as his voice, neither too loud nor too soft, reached Meryl's ears. "Satisfied with my manly physique, Mrs. Aniston?"