Chapter 117 Always Be There for Her

Chandler leaned against the front of a car, cigarette in hand, his shirt slightly open. His gaze was fixated on Meryl as she emerged from the hospital.

“Is this waiting for me?” Meryl thought.

As the clock struck midnight, the hospital’s corridors were bathed in dim lighting. The smoke at the corner of Chandler’s lips emitted a flickering glow.

Meryl walked towards him.

Recently, they had been acting tacitly in public, but since there were not many people around at night, no one would notice them.

Chandler’s face remained stoic, but a frown formed on his face as his gaze landed upon Meryl’s bandaged wrist.

“Got hurt?” he asked.

Meryl nodded and said nonchalantly, “Just a minor injury. It will be healed in a couple of days.”

“Let me see,” said Chandler.

Meryl raised her hand, bending her elbow slightly, and extended it in front of Chandler.

He took hold of Meryl’s hand, their fingers intertwining.

Caught off guard by Chandler’s actions, Meryl found herself taken into his embrace as he extended his long arms to envelop her.

With his hand resting on her waist, Chandler drew Meryl closer to him. As she inhaled, a pleasant scent emanating from his body filled her senses. The subtle blend of wine and wood mingled together, leaving Meryl feeling intoxicated.

“Why did you push me away first instead of dodging it yourself? If that drunk had been slightly more agile, you could have been the one injured. You know that?” said Chandler.

Given the situation just now, despite the drunk man targeting Chandler directly, their close proximity meant that Meryl could have easily been unintentionally harmed in the process.

However, her instinctive reaction was to push Chandler away, exposing herself to danger.

Chandler swallowed and pressed his lips against Meryl’s hair.

Meryl listened to his strong heartbeat and said softly, “Because I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

Chandler was momentarily stunned and then held Meryl tighter.

“She would rather push me away at the risk of getting hurt. Is this because she is worried about me?” he thought.

“When are you going to move back?” Chandler asked.

He missed her.

In recent days, in order to cooperate with Meryl in acting, Chandler deliberately pretended to ignore her in the company.

But actually, Chandler almost couldn’t control himself several times.

He yearned to talk to her, hold her in his arms, and sleep with her in his embrace.

Consumed by a deep longing for Meryl, Chandler never even returned to their home.

Meryl’s essence seemed to linger in every corner of that house.

As soon as he returned to that space, Chandler’s mind was immediately filled with vivid memories of Meryl beneath him, their intimate encounter etched in his thoughts.

“Once Dalton and Lydia’s wedding is over, take me to the Aniston family,” said Meryl.

According to the Aniston family’s tradition, the bride should send her respects to her elders.

Meryl wanted Lydia to send her respects to her.

Chandler stared at her, nodding slightly.

It was just two days.

He had been waiting for ten years, so two days was nothing.

Chandler’s gaze remained focused ahead as he spoke with unwavering determination. “Feel free to do whatever you want. If you want to take Dalton down, go ahead. In the future, you can be as arrogant as you want. Remember, no matter what consequences may arise, you can leave everything to me.”

Meryl was moved. She didn’t expect Chandler to indulge her so much.

The two got into the car. Meryl hesitated for a moment before asking, “What’s with that drunk tonight?”