Chapter 198 Venting
The airbags deployed instantly.
Lydia, sitting in the passenger seat, turned pale with fright as her phone was flung directly into her face. She looked at Dalton, still in shock, and asked, “W–what happened?” She had been looking down at her phone and hadn’t noticed what was happening outside. The phone had hit her face, leaving a swollen bump on her forehead.
The jolt from the airbag snapped Dalton back to reality. He immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed out into the pouring rain, frantically sprinting towards the spot where Chandler had parked earlier.
Lydia had no idea what was going on. Seeing Dalton get out of the car, she followed him.
Dalton ran all the way to the parking spot, only to find that Chandler’s car was already gone. He stood there in a daze, lost in the pouring rain.
Lydia walked up and wrapped her arms around Dalton’s back. “Dalton, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Do you think they’ve slept together?” he asked.
Lydia froze for a moment and then understood. “So, Dalton is like this because of Meryl? Was he thinking about Meryl while driving, causing him to crash into the roadside flowerbed?” A sudden fear gripped Lydia as she bit her lip.
“They did. Didn’t you see how Uncle Chandler defended her tonight? He’s never been in a relationship or experienced a woman. She must have pleased him well in bed. That’s why he stood up for her tonight,” Lydia said.
Her words were like a knife stabbing into Dalton’s heart. “She doesn’t even love him. How could she sleep with him?” he murmured.
Lydia hugged Dalton and said, “That’s the kind of woman she is. She’ll sell herself out for gain. Her body is just another bargaining chip.”
Saying this, Lydia stood on her tiptoes to kiss Dalton on the lips. “Dalton, I’m the only one who truly loves you. Please, just look at me, okay? I'm your wife."
Since the wedding, Dalton hadn’t touched Lydia! At first, he was sick with a fever and not in good condition, so Lydia didn’t push him. Once Dalton recovered, he always used social engagements as an excuse, coming home very late. Even though they were married, Lydia always felt that Dalton was distant from her. Lydia tried everything she could to ignite his desire. Rainwater trickled down their closely pressed bodies. She was drenched and rubbed herself against him.
Dalton’s eyes were numb. When the image of Chandler kissing Meryl flashed through his mind, Dalton’s breathing grew heavy. He bit down hard on Lydia’s lips, as if venting his frustration.
Lydia pulled away in pain. “Dalton…” she said.
Dalton’s eyes burned with anger. He grabbed Lydia’s wrist and dragged her back to the car. The back door was flung open, and Dalton tossed Lydia onto the seat. Lydia was thrown into a daze by the impact.
His belt was undone.
“No, not here,” she pleaded.
The Bentley was in shambles from the crash, with the headlights shattered on the ground. The airbags in the front had deployed.
This was their first time since getting married. But this… what was this? Lydia was internally resistant, but Dalton gave her no choice. His body pressed down on hers forcefully, without any foreplay. The rain poured down as Lydia screamed. Dalton was rough and forceful. It was as if he was using her as a tool. He was venting!
The tears streamed down Lydia’s face, but the ultimate humiliation came at the final moment.
Dalton had shouted out Meryl’s name!