Chapter 155 Too Eager

It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted.

He told himself, “Their marriage is a joke. Uncle Chandler’s just fooling himself!”

The car stopped at a pharmacy near the hospital, and Chandler went in to buy some ointment.

Meryl waited in the car.

Suddenly, the screeching sound of an emergency brake filled the air.

Meryl looked in the direction of the noise but couldn’t make out any details from afar.

She thought it was probably an accident.

When Chandler returned and they resumed their journey, they drove past the accident site.

Due to the crowd and the car’s speed, Meryl couldn’t see much.

Once home, Chandler’s first task was to help Meryl apply the ointment to her back.

She couldn’t reach the area herself.

Chandler said softly, “Don’t worry, I’m quite skilled at this. I might not be a surgeon, but I’m pretty good with first aid.”

Chapter 156 Under His Thumb

Meryl suddenly recalled Walter’s earlier words.

Chandler had been abandoned by the Aniston family just a few months after his birth. For over a decade, he had lived in a shed, enduring constant humiliation.

She thought, “Even though he later joined the police academy, he must have endured quite a bit of pain. Otherwise, where would he have learned such methods for treating injuries?”

Waves of emotion stirred within Meryl.

Chandler had been so kind to her, and she felt she had no way to repay him.

As soon as the medication was applied, she turned and embraced him tightly.

Meryl wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, kissing him with a hesitant yet fervent touch.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he said with barely concealed intensity, “Meryl, do you know what you’re doing?”

Meryl nodded, her hands tangled in Chandler’s hair, messing it up.

She thought, “What am I doing? I’m obviously preparing to give myself to him! He wanted me in the car, didn’t he? I knew it already!”

Her hesitant kisses continued to tease him, and Chandler’s resolve crumbled instantly.

He hadn’t planned on being with Meryl tonight.

For one, she was injured and in no condition for such things, and two, they hadn’t eaten anything after all the commotion.

But with her so warm and willing in his arms, Chandler couldn’t resist it.

Chandler lowered his head, his kiss firm and dominating as he captured her soft lips, pressing her down onto the living room sofa.

“Mrs. Aniston, since you’re so eager, I’m sorry.”

Soon, Meryl understood why Chandler had apologized.

She had expected quick sex, but he was unexpectedly patient.

By the time their first experience was over, Meryl was already regretting it.

Meryl had wanted to surrender herself, not to be overwhelmed.

Chapter 156 Under His Thumb

Her legs trembled as she stood up from the sofa, her entire body shaking.

Chandler didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. He moved them to the bed for a second round.

Meryl’s cheeks were flushed, her skin glowing pink and glistening with sweat.

The man from the police academy had boundless stamina.

Chandler loved the curve of her slim waist. She was flipped over, his strong arms holding her down.

This time, he was even more relentless than before.

As his kisses covered her back like a storm, Meryl’s nails dug into the sheets.

The waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to curl up in ecstasy.

She lost track of how many times they had gone at it, but by the time Chandler released her, dawn was breaking.

Chandler was merciless, fierce, and unyielding in bed.

Meryl’s throat was sore and felt like it was on fire.

Lying in bed with her eyes closed, she resolved to avoid such indulgence in the future.

Chapter 156 Under His Thumb

It was too much.

She thought, “I need to find an excuse to sleep separately from Chandler. How can anyone handle this every day? If he hadn’t stopped when I begged, he probably would have gone on even longer. It’s dawn, okay? I feel like I’m falling apart.”

The next morning, Meryl was awakened by her alarm clock.

She had managed to catch only two hours of sleep, and now it was nearing nine in the morning.

Chandler had left for work while she was asleep.

As Meryl’s eyes fluttered shut, he had kissed her cheek, saying, “Take two days off to rest. I’ll approve your leave.”

She thought to herself, “This workaholic keeps going and going. He is full of energy after a night of exertion and doesn’t even blink before heading to work?”

Meryl had been too groggy to form coherent words at the time.

Now, in retrospect, she felt a mixture of frustration and amusement.

She thought, “I’m an employee of the CEO’s office. After