Chapter 21 Let’s Get Married

Chandler said softly, “I’ve already taken care of the discharge procedures.” His voice was as gentle as the first ray of sunlight in the morning that effortlessly cleared the forest mist.

“So…” he began, lowering his gaze and locking eyes with Meryl. “Have you made up your mind about the offer?” He meant the one about getting married.

She noticed that Chandler was still wearing the same shirt from the last time they met, but the third button, which she had ripped off, had been sewn back on.

Meryl squeezed her palm into a fist and then let go, looking obviously nervous.

“I can marry you, but…” she replied, looking down and reaching for her phone. “I drew up a prenuptial agreement last night. Do you want to take a look?”

Chandler was at a loss for words and fell silent.

Meryl observed him intently, trying to gauge his reaction.

Seeing Chandler’s furrowed brows, she asked in confusion, “Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

Meryl couldn’t sleep last night and had stayed up thinking it through long and hard. She had nothing to her name, but Chandler was good-looking and ran a small business. Marrying him seemed like a good deal for her.

She thought it over and wrote up a prenuptial agreement. It wasn’t too detailed, mainly just about their assets.

The agreement stated that they would split expenses equally after marriage, and if they divorced someday, Meryl could leave with nothing.

After all, she currently had nothing and was counting on Chandler to provide her with a place to stay.

“I’ll send it to you first,” Meryl said, swiping her phone screen to unlock it.

Just then, Chandler suddenly leaned closer to her, catching her off guard, and then he grabbed her wrist. “We don’t need a prenup.”

He had a faint minty scent mixed with the smell of aftershave, a refreshing aroma.

The sudden physical contact left Meryl stunned. Her eyes went to Chandler’s hand gripping her wrist, and her face began to blush.

“You get half of everything I have,” he said, noticing a hint of red spreading to the back of her ears.

Chandler then wondered if it was the sun causing the redness.

He angled his body to give her some shade. “I’ll take care of all the household expenses too.”

Meryl blinked innocently, finding it hard to believe. “But if we end up divorcing, won’t you get the short end of the stick?”

Chandler raised an eyebrow. “Divorce?”

Meryl took a deep breath and nodded in response.

She gently pulled her wrist back from Chandler’s grasp, her voice becoming quieter. “I’ve done time. Your family might mind. If we don’t get along after we’re married, or if…”

Upon hearing that, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, his expression turned dark as if something had crossed his mind.

When Meryl looked up at Chandler, she saw the corners of his mouth lift into a smile again.

He said, “We won’t get divorced. As long as you want this, it’ll be forever.”

Meryl had never been this close to Chandler before.

Right then, a gentle breeze blew through the window. He was partly bathed in sunlight, the rays casting an angle on his face.

His deep eyes were fixed on Meryl, and his calm gaze gave off an unusual sense of determination.

Meryl paused, suddenly struck by how incredibly captivating Chandler’s eyes were.

When she realized she had been staring at him for a good ten seconds, she quickly averted her gaze awkwardly.

Trying to steady her racing heart, Meryl murmured, “But I was engaged before, I…”

“Didn’t you say the engagement was called off?” Chandler interrupted.

She nodded. “It was. But he’s rich and powerful. I worry that you…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chandler assured her.

Meryl was taken aback and thought to herself, “But he’s Dalton, the crown prince of Kingsdom!”

She asked again, “But what if my ex-fiancé tries to get revenge on you?”

Chandler chuckled, “He won’t.”

Meryl stayed quiet for a moment, somehow feeling that he genuinely wasn’t afraid when she saw the determination in his eyes.

Chandler’s presence was overwhelming. She took a deep breath, thinking that this was exactly the kind of husband she needed.

Meryl believed that it was her right to marry whoever she wanted. Since she had decided to start over, she wouldn’t regret it.

She then said firmly, “Okay. Let’s get married.”