Chapter 277 Jealous

At this moment, under the crushing pressure from Chandler, Lydia didn’t even dare to breathe too deeply. Her legs trembled from weakness, barely able to hold her up.

She had no doubt that Chandler wasn’t joking.

He really would rip out her tongue without hesitation.

Lydia was stunned to realize just how fiercely Chandler protected Meryl, to the point where he couldn’t tolerate even a single negative word about her.

Chandler didn’t linger. The moment he walked away, Lydia collapsed onto the floor.

She never imagined that someone’s presence could be so terrifying.

She bit her lip hard, wondering if she was really going to accept this fate.

“Of course not!” Lydia walked to her room, locked the door, and quietly made a phone call. “Hello, is this Rocky?”

At the same time, as Meryl saw Chandler walking out of the Aniston Villa, a flash of confusion crossed her eyes.

“Why did it take you so long?” she asked.

Chandler’s expression was grim.

He slid into the driver’s seat and swiftly pulled Meryl onto his lap, positioning her across his legs.

The air around him was thick with a chilling sense.

Before Meryl could grasp what Chandler intended to do, his lips crashed onto hers in a searing, intense kiss, full of raw passion.

Meryl froze, her mind going blank in an instant.

“What’s gotten into Chandler?” she wondered.

“Mmm! Chandler…” she managed to murmur.

“Shut up! All I want right now is to kiss you!” Chandler hissed.

Although he usually kept his emotions in check, there were exceptions, like right now.

Someone like Lydia wouldn’t easily sway him, but deep inside, a powerful sense of possessiveness was raging uncontrollably.

It was an inexplicable jealousy, born from who knew where, that tightly gripped him.

The kiss grew increasingly intense, as if Chandler wanted to consume Meryl completely.

Meryl’s lips were swollen and red.

The temperature inside the car kept rising, and just as Meryl was about to lose her breath, Chandler finally let her go.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he gritted his teeth and practically hissed, “Who is Rocky? Isn’t one Dalton enough? Now there’s a Rocky too? Mrs. Aniston, seems like you’re quite in demand.”

Meryl blinked innocently.

Chandler continued, “Mrs. Aniston, are you trying to make me die of jealousy?”

Meryl explained, “Chandler, Rocky is just like a relative to Camille. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“Five minutes ago, Lydia told me you and Rocky had a thing.”

“And you believed her?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why are you jealous…?”

“Just hearing your name mentioned with another man makes me uncomfortable.” Chandler cupped Meryl’s cheeks and kissed her deeply again.

His skilled tongue moved in, filling her entirely.

Meryl’s heartbeat sped up uncontrollably. The intensity of the kiss was overwhelming, making her feel like her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

After the kiss ended, the man, with a mix of dominance and possessiveness, pulled Meryl tightly against his chest.

“You are mine,” he murmured.

As Meryl listened to his heartbeat, her heart softened.

Chandler seemed to really enjoy being close to her like this.

“Could it be because… he likes me?” she wondered.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Meryl shyly nuzzled her head deeper into his embrace.

For the first time, she felt cherished, truly cherished by someone.

It was undeniable–there was something almost magical about Chandler. Every time she was near him, Meryl’s subconscious would feel a deep sense of security.

But she still wondered who exactly Chandler was.