Chapter 200 Tooth Mark

Oh my god, it was so embarrassing!

Last night, Meryl obviously didn’t end up taking that bath, but Chandler did help her change into her pajamas.

At that thought, Meryl’s cheeks flushed a deep red.

What else had happened?

She tried to remember…

Meryl propped up her head, glancing at the bathroom, and suddenly cupped her cheeks, letting out a scream like a groundhog!

She remembered!

Chandler thought she was asleep, so he took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

But then, halfway through Chandler’s shower…

She suddenly woke up and, in a drunken stupor, pushed open the bathroom door and walked in!

“Oh my god!”

Meryl covered her face with her hands, lay back on the bed, and buried her head in the covers.

“Did I see everything? How am I supposed to face Chandler now?”

After such an awkward incident, maybe she should just pretend to have a blackout.

Meryl’s cheeks turned bright red, and even now, when she closed her eyes, she could recall the scene.

In the closed and humid space, she was pressed against the wall by a soaking–wet Chandler.

In front of her were his firm and powerful muscles, and when she looked up, she met his intense eyes. That gaze was even more annoying than the desire he showed when he kissed her directly.

The water from the overhead shower poured down, enveloping them both.

The man’s breath was heavy and eager as he stared at her unabashedly, casting a shadow over her face.

Meryl’s blood ran hot.

Chandler pressed one hand against the wall and leaned down to ask, “Mrs. Aniston, did you come in here suddenly because you wanted to shower with me?”

“Yeah…”

Meryl responded with a ghostly sound. Heaven knows, she really didn’t say anything! That sound couldn’t have come from her!

She couldn’t remember the details at all!

And now, blushing, she tried to recall if they had done anything more extreme.

She felt so exhausted all over after waking up.

The alarm clock went off on time. Meryl patted her cheeks and hurried to the company.

On the way, she typed a message, wanting to ask Chandler… but felt it would be even more awkward if she did.

She typed out the words and then deleted one.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she heard Medea and Freya gossiping.

“Absolutely! Definitely a powerhouse in the bedroom!”

Meryl asked curiously, “What powerhouse?”

“Mr. Aniston! You came late and didn’t see it. When Mr. Aniston arrived at the company, we all saw a very red tooth mark on his Adam’s apple, fresh! It must have been bitten by his wife last night!

“Oh my God, Mr. Aniston, a man known for his restraint, has finally indulged! Who is his wife, anyway, to have brought down such a lofty figure from his pedestal? That’s Mr. Aniston, after all!”

After she finished speaking and saw Meryl’s expression, Medea remembered that Mord had…

“So, I bit Chandler last night…

How could I not remember anything?” she wondered.

At this moment, Walter came over and gently knocked on Meryl’s desk. “Mr. Aniston didn’t rest well last night. Make him a cup of coffee and take it in.”

Meryl’s fingers curled involuntarily.

She hadn’t yet sorted out her feelings and hadn’t figured out how to face Chandler, and now she had to go in and see him.

Meryl swallowed lightly, thinking about asking if someone else could take the coffee in.

At this moment, Walter seemed to know what she was going to say.

“Mr. Aniston said he only drinks the coffee you make.”