Chapter 183 Angry

Bianca walked back in with the phone. “She said she’s busy this afternoon and can only come after work.”

“This is outrageous!” Malcolm slammed his hand on the table. “She keeps making excuses not to come home. If she doesn’t want to return, she shouldn’t bother!”

Lydia chimed in. “Is Meryl really busier than Dalton? He made time to come over. She could have at least called ahead to let us know. Now, we’ve all been waiting for nothing. Let’s just eat.”

As she finished speaking, Lydia picked up a spoon, ready to serve Dalton.

Dalton gently held her hand. “Since they won’t be here until the evening, I’ll head back to the office. I still have work to do.”

Lydia was taken aback. “Dalton, why don’t you stay and eat lunch first?”

“No need.” Dalton put on the suit jacket that was draped over the chair.

After speaking, Dalton nodded slightly to Malcolm and Bianca. He then turned to leave.

Lydia walked him to the door. She watched his car drive away and then returned to finish her meal.

Bianca noticed something was off. “Lydia, did you and Dalton…”

Dalton seemed a bit cold toward Lydia.

Lydia shook her head. “We didn’t quarrel, Mom. Didn’t you notice? Meryl stood him up, making him come for nothing. He’s upset because he’s so busy, yet Meryl made excuses not to come.”

Hearing this, Bianca felt even more annoyed with Meryl.

Making everyone wait for so long, and not even calling?

Chandler didn’t come to the office all day.

However, Walter did come around noon.

Walter went to Chandler’s office. He grabbed two documents, packed them into a briefcase, and handed them to Meryl.

“Mrs. Aniston, these are the documents Mr. Aniston needs. Could you please take them home to him?” Walter said.

The rest of the office had gone to the cafeteria for lunch.

Hearing that Chandler was still at home, Meryl was a bit surprised. “What’s wrong? Did he not come in this morning because he wasn’t feeling well?”

“It’s nothing serious. He just drank too much last night with Mr. Paltrow,” Walter said.

“Dante Paltrow?” Meryl asked.

Walter nodded.

It seemed that after being kicked out by Anne last night, Dante was upset and dragged Chandler out for drinks all night.

Meryl grabbed the documents and rushed home.

The house was quiet when she arrived. She placed the documents in the study.

Chandler was still asleep.

She didn’t wake him. She closed the door quietly and headed to the kitchen to start cooking.

Walter had said Chandler drank all night, so she worried his stomach might be upset.

She made a simple spaghetti and prepared two side dishes to go with it.

Just as she finished, she saw Chandler sitting on the couch. He held the documents she had just brought back.

He was still in his pajamas. His hair was slightly tousled from sleep, which made him look more approachable than usual.

“Come eat,” Meryl said, smiling as she set the table.

Chandler walked over. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He pressed his cheek against her hair near her left ear.

“Mrs. Aniston, thank you for your hard work,” Chandler said.

The sudden hug caught Meryl off guard.

Catching the scent of his cologne, Meryl’s heart began to race. Chandler must have just showered. His hair was still slightly damp, and a few strands brushed across her lips.

It tickled.

Meryl instinctively scratched her lips with her fingers. At that moment, Chandler sat down on the chair behind them.

With his arms still around her waist, his legs spread slightly as he sat. Meryl ended up half-sitting on his lap.

Her face turned even redder. Meryl curled her fingers, trying to get out of his embrace.