Chapter 145 You Have Feelings for Me
When Dalton saw Meryl, a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. His first thought was that Meryl had come because she was worried about him and wanted to check on him.
“Even if you’re eager to see me, following me to the restroom is a bit much,” Dalton slightly lowered his head, meeting Meryl’s gaze. He had a persistent high fever, and the doctor suggested it would be safer to observe him overnight.
Meryl, however, was completely baffled. “You’re overthinking it. I’m here to find Anne,” Meryl said as she walked past him, heading towards the women’s restroom on the other side. After checking each stall and not finding Anne, she had no choice but to step back out.
Dalton was leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, still there as if he had purposely waited for her. Meryl shot him a quick glance before looking away, walking past him without a word.
To her surprise, Dalton grabbed her wrist. “If you want to see me, just say so. No need to make excuses.”
“Where does your confidence come from, seriously?” Meryl yanked her hand free. “Do you own this hospital? What does my being here have to do with you? Get a grip on your place, will you?”
“Don’t think I don’t know,” Dalton said, staring at her back. “Your marriage with Chandler is just a business deal. There’s no love between you two, only interests. Admit it, Meryl, you have feelings for me.”
Hearing this, Meryl really wanted to crack Dalton’s head open and see what nonsense filled his brain. How could anyone be so ridiculously full of themselves? She had considered drafting a prenuptial agreement, but Chandler wouldn’t allow it. Chandler said that from now on, everything of his would be half hers, so there was no need for a prenup.
Meryl didn’t want to waste time entangling herself with Dalton. She just wanted to find Anne as quickly as possible. But as she was about to leave, Dalton grabbed her hand again. “You married Chandler just to see me angry, didn’t you? You’ve achieved your goal, so what’s next? Meryl, what do you want now?”
Meryl’s face darkened as Dalton’s hand gripped her like a steel chain, locking her in place. Unable to break free from his hold, Meryl was about to lose her temper when a cold, warning voice suddenly came from behind.
“Dalton, do you have a death wish?”
Hearing the voice, Dalton turned his head and locked eyes with Chandler, who was standing not far away.
“Meryl actually came with Chandler?” Dalton was shocked, realizing she wasn’t here to see him.
While he was stunned, Chandler had already walked up to them. When Dalton met Chandler’s eyes, he felt his confidence deflate, and his grip loosened involuntarily. Meryl quickly pulled her hand away, shaking her wrist as she moved to stand behind Chandler. Seeing them together made Dalton feel a stifling discomfort in his chest.
“Uncle Chandler,” he called softly.
Chandler didn’t respond. “And? What about Meryl?”
Dalton remained silent.
Chandler smiled, pressing his tongue against his cheek, exuding an overwhelming sense of superiority. He placed a hand on Dalton’s shoulder. He glanced at him and chuckled, “What’s wrong? Don’t want to say it? Or are you upset? Do you think Uncle Chandler stole your woman?”
The overwhelming pressure weighed on Dalton like a mountain, as if his entire body was tightly bound, unable to move. Dalton remained silent for a moment before suddenly looking up and meeting Chandler’s gaze. “Uncle Chandler, you know about Meryl and me… So why did you marry her?”