Chapter 127 Dalton’s Fantasy
The driver, through the rearview mirror, kept glancing at Meryl sitting in the back seat. Her bright, shiny eyes gazed out of the window. She was like a film star, especially with her smooth, delicate skin, as fine as silk. Her long hair poured down like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind, adding a lively feel. She had class, a true lady.
The driver had only heard about this villa area but had never been here before. It was the dwelling place of the most prestigious people in Kingsdom. It was usually heavily guarded, and ordinary people didn’t even have the chance to come close. The driver thought, “I can really impress my driver friends with my stories when I get back.”
The deeper he drove into the area, the more amazed he became. Every scene in this wealthy district was like a painting, with rare greenery everywhere. Even the leaves on the trees were meticulously pruned by craftsmen, like works of art. After yesterday’s rain, the sunlight now shone on the green leaves, emitting a soft and warm glow, weaving a tranquil and elegant atmosphere throughout the villa area.
They arrived at Aniston Villa.
The security guards, having received the order, opened the gates to let the taxi in. Meryl paid the fare and had just closed the car door when another car stopped right behind her. As the car door opened, Meryl saw that it was Dalton.
Dalton and Lydia had just gotten married and were supposed to come together. But this morning he had an emergency to attend to at the office, so he was a bit late. Lydia knew that the Aniston members didn’t like her, so she was especially afraid to be late to such an important event, arriving an hour earlier than Dalton.
The moment he saw Meryl, Dalton was taken aback, his eyes full of surprise. He had been hungover and caught in the rain last night, only getting home in the middle of the night, and he had a fever later on. He had gotten up early in the morning feeling groggy, and then hurried off to Galaxy Holdings to handle work. Now, seeing Meryl, he thought he was hallucinating.
“Why are you here?” His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was nasal. Meryl knew he was probably catching a cold. He took a few steps closer to Meryl, making sure he wasn’t mistaken about who she was.
For a moment, a whole bunch of thoughts flashed through Dalton’s mind. “Meryl must regret it. She didn’t go to the wedding last night to ruin my ceremony, and she regrets it. So today, she followed me to Aniston Villa, trying to win me back.”
Dalton reached out and grabbed Meryl’s sleeve, afraid that others would see her. He pulled Meryl into an unoccupied corner. “Even if you want to win me back, you couldn’t just come here, could you? Meryl, do you realize what kind of occasion today is? Coming here is just asking for embarrassment, isn’t it?”
Seeing Meryl, Dalton’s gloomy mood from the whole night suddenly felt a lot better, and his head didn’t seem to hurt as much either. He thought, “Even though Meryl has been unreasonable these days, deep down she actually cared about me. The reason she acted that way was just to gain my attention, to make me stare at her. She just really wanted my love.”
Dalton was indeed attracted to Meryl. After this period, he realized that he didn’t love Lydia as much as he thought because he often found himself following Meryl’s lead.
A breeze blew, and Meryl’s dress fluttered in the wind, causing Dalton’s gaze to pause involuntarily. She was wearing a light yellow palace-trimmed embroidered dress and stood under the sunlight, looking radiant. Meryl’s gaze was gentle, and her temperament calm, with everything around becoming her background color. Dalton was so attracted that he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He vaguely remembered the first time he saw Meryl.