Chapter 142 A Kiss to Prove It

“We didn’t do anything special the day we got married, so I wanted to make up for it,” Chandler explained.

Meryl had said she didn’t want a wedding, and Chandler respected that, but he still wanted to mark the occasion.

Meryl opened the door and stepped inside.

The first thing she saw was a king-sized bed adorned with bright red roses, their vivid color reflecting on her face like a blush.

Before Meryl could say anything, she turned to see Chandler kicking the door shut behind him.

Now, it was just the two of them in the room.

Chandler quickly moved in from behind, urgently wrapping his arms around her waist.

Meryl felt his grip tighten around her waist as he pressed her against the door. His lips crashed onto hers, his hot breath fanning across her face.

The intoxicating scent of cologne filled her senses, almost stealing her breath away.

The contrast of the cold door against her back and the heat radiating from Chandler sent her pulse racing.

Chandler reached for her hands, pinning them above her head. The position made her ears burn with heat.

At some point, the sky had turned completely dark, and the room was left unlit.

Meryl pressed her lips, staring at Chandler. His gaze was deep and intense, filled with an undeniable desire for her.

“Mrs. Aniston.” Chandler’s fingers grazed her cheek, then slowly traced the delicate line of her collarbone, where they came to rest. “Has anyone ever told you that you look stunning in that pale yellow dress?”

“He is complimenting me?” Meryl thought, shyly lowering her head. She never expected someone as quiet as Chandler to give compliments like that.

With her eyes downcast, Chandler leaned in to kiss her again.

This time, he was more urgent than before, but Meryl turned her head slightly to avoid him.

“Why are you dodging?” Chandler smirked. “You were pretty bold when you flirted with me in the car that day.”

His eyes were full of desire as he grabbed the back of Meryl’s head, his lips trailing down to her neck, leaving a path of nibbles and kisses.

Meryl couldn’t take it anymore. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed, only to find herself leaning against his chest.

Chandler slipped an arm around her waist, and guided her onto the bed.

Without hesitation, he climbed on top of her, and perhaps because they had moved to the bed, the atmosphere between them became even more intense.

Meryl’s mind was foggy, almost suffocating.

Their breaths intertwined as she quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from going down. “Wait, honey, haven’t we had dinner yet?”

Chandler lifted his head, his eyes piercing through the darkness as he stared at her. “Dinner?”

Unable to meet his gaze, Meryl’s eyes fell on his alluring Adam’s apple. “Yeah, dinner. I want to eat first.”

Chandler scoffed. The restrained desire in his eyes seemed to cast a shadow over his face. “Are you playing hard to get?”

“I… I’m not!” Meryl bit her lip.

Chandler propped himself up, studying her intently. “Not playing hard to get? Somehow, I don’t quite believe you. How about a kiss to prove it?”

Meryl was speechless. “Seriously?”

Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but feel like she had fallen into a trap.

But since she had already spoken, backing out now would make her seem guilty.

Meryl’s heart pounded fiercely.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she tentatively grabbed Chandler’s tie, pulling him down toward her.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she leaned in and lightly kissed his Adam’s apple.

Chandler’s scalp tingled, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Who told you to kiss me there?”