Chapter 147 Don’t Ignore Me
“Dalton, why were you in the bathroom for so long?” Lydia composed herself and walked out of the stairwell.
She had bumped her forehead on the corner of the table, and the back of her hand was scalded red.
Although the wound was treated, the white bandage wrapped around her forehead made her face appear fragile and pitiful.
Dalton didn’t look at her, lost in his own thoughts.
“Dalton, I was wrong. Please don’t ignore me, okay?”
Tears filled Lydia’s eyes as she reached for Dalton’s hand, accidentally revealing her scalded hand.
“I shouldn’t have argued with you at the Aniston Villa. I apologize.” Lydia looked down, tears steadily falling.
She couldn’t cry too harshly as it wouldn’t look good, nor could she just make empty threats. It had to seem genuine, and this was just right.
This tactic had never failed her before. Lydia counted to three in her mind.
By the fourth second, Dalton moved. He lifted his hand to wipe her tears.
Lydia secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Dalton.
The way she hugged him was calculated. She rested her head against his chest, close to his heart, and subtly shifted to let her hair lightly brush against his sensitive throat.
“I didn’t mean to argue with you. It was Meryl. She always claimed to love you but ended up marrying Uncle Chandler.”
Lydia quietly watched Dalton’s expression. Seeing his face turn cold, she continued.
“I know this bothers you, and it bothers me too. After all, our fight was because of Meryl. She staged this whole scene just to see us turn against each other.”
Dalton’s eyes darted around, and Lydia seized the moment to wrap her arms around his neck.
“If you distance yourself from me, she wins, Dalton. We came together because we liked each other, right?”
Dalton fell silent, finding reason in Lydia’s words.
Lately, Meryl had completely controlled the pace, drawing all his attention.
But Lydia was his wife, the one who had awakened him from a coma with her cello.
“At the wedding, the way you played the cello seemed a bit different,” Dalton suddenly said.
Lydia became anxious, but she quickly recovered and smiled at Dalton.
“What’s different? Isn’t it the same piece as before?”
Dalton honestly replied, “Your technique has improved, but it seemed less emotional.”
“I was nervous.” Lydia stuck out her tongue playfully. “It was our wedding, such a sacred moment, and you expect me not to be nervous?”
He felt that made sense.
Nervousness causing her performance to falter was understandable. Dalton gently held Lydia, not thinking further.
But doubts bubbled up in Lydia’s mind.
She thought, “It was the same piece, yet how did Meryl play it? No matter how much I practiced, something felt off!”
When Meryl found Anne, she was sitting on a bench in the hallway, staring blankly into space.
She looked distraught, her eyes devoid of any sparkle.
“What’s wrong? I’ve been looking for you. Why did you come here without saying anything?” Meryl asked.
Anne’s face was pale. “I saw Dante. He was holding Lola and they went into the doctor’s office.”
Meryl became gloomy. “Where are they now?”
Anne casually pointed, and Meryl immediately walked in that direction.
Peeking through the door, she indeed saw Dante and Lola together.
Lola was hugging Dante’s waist, crying in his arms.
Dante stood by, gently patting her back, constantly comforting her.
Meryl was shocked, hardly believing her own eyes, and although there was a doctor nearby…
The sight made her feel so painful, let alone how Anne must feel!
She thought Dante was really crossing the line!
Meryl walked back.
Anne buried her head in her knees, curled up in a chair. “He’s not answering my calls, and here he is with another woman. I was so foolish to think he had really changed this time.”
Anne became more and more upset, and Meryl, feeling sorry for her, pulled her into a hug.
“Don’t cry. It’s not good for the baby.”