Chapter 217 Be Caught Red-Handed
The moment Lydia brought it up, she felt utterly humiliated. This was the worst embarrassment of her life. She had waited a month after their wedding to be intimate with Dalton, and when he finally was, he called out another woman’s name.
Dalton’s temples throbbed painfully, as if a nerve was being stretched to its limit. Without a word, he took off his jacket, grabbed his pajamas, and headed straight to the bathroom. His shower was quick, just a few minutes.
Lydia had hoped he would say something when he came out, but he simply lay down on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and closed his eyes. Stunned, she couldn’t believe he was treating her this way.
“Dalton, don’t go to sleep. We need to talk!” Her eyes filled with tears. Normally, Dalton would have come over to comfort her, but now he just lay there with his eyes closed, one hand resting on his forehead.
“We’ll talk after I get some sleep.”
Lydia’s hands clenched into fists, tears streaming down her face. Realizing he had no intention of talking, she stormed out of the room and took the elevator to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m staying in room 808, and I left my key card inside. Could someone help me get back in?” The receptionist eyed her warily. “May I have your name, please?”
“Meryl Stone.”
The receptionist checked the computer and confirmed the name. “We can let you in, but we’ll need to see some ID first to verify your identity.”
“My ID is also in the room. I can show it to you once I’m inside,” Lydia said quickly. The receptionist hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone. Lydia assumed she was calling the hotel manager, but to her surprise, the call went directly to Walter.
Soon, Walter arrived. The receptionist pointed to Lydia and said, “This lady says she left her room key inside.”
Lydia turned around and her face fell when she saw who it was. She forced a smile. “Oh, it’s you.”
Walter studied her for a moment, then smirked. “Ms. Lydia Stone, what exactly are you trying to do, sneaking into Mrs. Aniston’s room?”
Lydia quickly recovered. “Oh, come on. Meryl is my sister. I just wanted to leave a surprise gift for her.”
“But hasn’t Mrs. Aniston cut ties with the Stone family?” Walter replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Lydia’s face burned with embarrassment. How dare Walter, just an assistant, humiliate her like this? To her astonishment, Walter pulled out his phone and called Meryl right in front of her.
“Mrs. Aniston, Lydia is at the front desk trying to get into your room, claiming she has a surprise for you.”
After listening for a moment, Walter nodded and hung up. He turned to Lydia. “Mrs. Aniston asked me to pass on a message to you.”
“What is it?”
“Get lost.”
In the evening, Meryl had fondue with some colleagues from the executive office. By the time she returned to her room, it was late. She quickly showered, and when she came out, it was 9:55 PM.
Chandler had told her to meet him in his room at 10 PM, or he’d come down to get her. With colleagues from Galaxy Holdings Group on the same floor and some playing cards with their doors open, she couldn’t risk him making a scene.
Meryl changed into a fresh dress and headed upstairs, timing it perfectly. Standing outside Chandler’s room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Three seconds later, the door opened.