Chapter 271 Back to Sleep
Meryl’s mind was spinning from the kiss, and she couldn’t quite grasp what Chandler was referring to.
Holding his head close, she blurted out, “Honey, you’re too strong. Does that count?”
Chandler thought, “Gosh, that’s not what I want to ask, but I can’t say she’s wrong.”
His eyes flickered. “Anything else?”
Meryl bit her lip. “And… can you let me off for tonight? Please?”
If Meryl wasn’t wrong, this was already the fifth time.
She really couldn’t take it anymore.
Chandler grasped Meryl’s chin with one hand, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze. “Tell me, who did you meet tonight?”
Meryl froze for a moment, finally understanding why Chandler had been acting so strange this evening.
He knew everything.
Meryl said softly, “Dalton drank too much tonight and got a bit wild. There’s no need to worry about it.”
The blush on Meryl’s face hadn’t yet faded, and she suddenly remembered what Cate had said–that when Chandler got angry, he might actually break Dalton’s legs.
Out of kindness, Meryl added, “Please, don’t break his legs, okay?”
Chandler’s eyes suddenly darkened with resentment. “Mrs. Aniston, are you begging me for my nephew’s sake?”
In a fit of rage, he bit down hard on Meryl’s collarbone, causing her to cry out in pain.
It was late into the night when Chandler was finally satisfied. The two of them had been wild, pushing each other to the brink.
Meryl curled up in Chandler’s arms, soothing him with soft words until he gradually calmed down.
She wasn’t really pleading on Dalton’s behalf. She just didn’t want to see Dalton get his legs broken and then have an excuse to cling to them.
The next morning, a phone call shattered the peaceful dawn.
Meryl was still nestled in Chandler’s arms when she heard the ringing. Half-asleep, she reached for her phone.
“Meryl, Dalton wants a divorce. Did you put him up to this?”
The call was from Lydia, her voice trembling with tears. Meryl really didn’t want to deal with Lydia’s hysteria so early in the morning.
She simply hung up the phone and went back to sleep.
Beside her, Chandler, his eyes closed, groggily asked, “Who was that?”
“It’s nothing,” Meryl murmured.
The sense of security Chandler gave her was something no one else could match, and as her husband, there wasn’t a single flaw she could find in him.
Meryl nestled into his arms, saying, “Shouldn’t we get up?”
It was Christmas, and sleeping in at the Aniston Villa seemed a bit improper.
Chandler asked, “Do you want to get up?”
Meryl could barely keep her eyes open. She hadn’t slept much at all.
As if he could read her mind, Chandler looked at her with a doting smile. “Go back to sleep.”
Meryl blinked. “But…”
Chandler leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips. “Even if the sky comes crashing down, I’ll be there to hold it up for you. What’s the harm in sleeping in a little? I’ll stay right here in bed with you.”
On Christmas, the rest of the Aniston family had already greeted and paid their respects to Dylan early in the morning.
But over in the small attic, there wasn’t a single sound.
It wasn’t until nearly noon that Meryl finally dragged herself downstairs.
Cameron was about to say something, but when she caught the warning look on Chandler’s face, she wisely bit her tongue.
One might have thought Charlotte would have something to say, but even she didn’t want to cross Chandler, so she simply looked the other way.
Last night, Lydia, who had received the divorce papers, was sleepless and didn’t rest at all.
This morning, she was woken up by Charlotte at six.
As a member of such a distinguished family, she’d been informed that one must rise early on Christmas Day. But she couldn’t understand why Meryl was allowed to sleep until noon.