Chapter 261 Want More
Lydia’s cries grew louder, her voice filled with desperation. “Dalton, don’t go! Please, don’t leave me! Is it really because I made a mistake that you’re abandoning me?”
Dalton replied softly, “I’m just stepping out for a bit.”
He shut the hospital room door behind him, feeling a wave of disappointment. He didn’t want to stay a second longer with Lydia.
Leaning against the corridor wall, Dalton lit a cigarette and took slow drags, letting the smoke curl up and vanish.
Without realizing it, he found himself outside Meryl’s room. There was a magnetic pull, an irresistible urge to see her.
He had a lot he wanted to say to Meryl. Inside the room, Meryl was sound asleep, a small lump under the covers. Dalton thought bitterly, “She’s made such a mess of my life. How can she sleep so peacefully, completely oblivious?”
He pressed his lips together, gently closing the door. As he drew nearer, Dalton could distinctly hear his own heartbeat. At that moment, the entire world seemed to be on mute. Standing by her bed, he gazed at Meryl’s sleeping face, captivated by her stunning beauty.
His heart raced wildly, as if it were about to leap out of his chest. He wondered, “Why am I flustered?” Dalton swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Meryl’s face, not blinking. He found himself leaning in closer, drawn by an irresistible force. Memories of Meryl’s smiles and expressions flashed through his mind like a silent film, flooding him with emotions he had long forgotten.
He realized, perhaps for the first time, that his heart had never truly let go of her. All these years, Dalton had been in love with Meryl. It was Lydia who had created an illusion, making him believe otherwise.
His gaze fell on Meryl’s full, rosy lips, and the thought that they had been kissed by Chandler suddenly made him uneasy. Frustration surged within him. Leaning closer, he pressed his hands on her shoulders. With his eyes closed, Dalton was about to kiss her.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Meryl’s eyes shot open. She hadn’t slept deeply, just taking a brief nap after a restful night. Meryl sensed someone at the door but had been too lazy to open her eyes. It wasn’t until she felt someone’s breath getting closer that she realized something was wrong. Seeing Dalton about to kiss her, Meryl reacted instinctively. She slapped him across the face. It wasn’t a hard hit, but it was enough to bring Dalton back to his senses.
Their eyes locked, and Meryl’s gaze was filled with disdain and sarcasm. The look made Dalton feel strangely embarrassed. Meryl sat up abruptly. “Dalton, are you out of your mind? Do you even realize what you’re doing?”
Dalton felt caught in the act, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. He couldn’t explain why Meryl had such an effect on him, pulling him in. At that moment, he truly wanted to kiss her. No, it wasn’t just about kissing—deep down, Dalton wanted much more.