Chapter 310 Strange Logic

Meryl frowned at Dalton for sitting in her passenger seat. Her eyes were cold and distant. “Dalton, what is there left for us to talk about?”

Dalton replied, “Aren’t you looking for Rocky? I know where he is.” He pulled out his phone and opened a QR code as he spoke. “Add me back, and I’ll send you his location.”

Meryl had deleted Dalton from her contacts long ago, so she found it amusing when he mentioned adding him back. “If you know where he is, just tell me. Do I really need to add you again?”

Dalton insisted, “There are too many turns and side roads. If I don’t send you the detailed coordinates, you won’t be able to find him.”

Meryl was skeptical. She didn’t want to add him back but knew she had to meet Rocky, so, reluctantly, she scanned his QR code.

Dalton pocketed his phone as soon as he added her to his contacts.

Meryl’s brow furrowed. “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to send me Rocky’s location?”

“Don’t worry,” Dalton said calmly. “I told you I’d send it, and I will. But first, there’s something else I want to talk about.”

Dalton suddenly recalled the moment he had seen Chandler and Meryl kissing in the backseat of this very car. The thought made him feel irritated and uncomfortable.

“It’s stuffy in here. You should step out first,” Dalton said as he opened his door.

When Meryl didn’t move, he walked to her side and opened her door. “Step out.”

Meryl couldn’t figure out what Dalton was scheming. But she knew that meeting him alone wasn’t right, especially after what had happened at the Aniston Villa not long ago.

Dalton was drunk and talked to her for a long time, begging her to come back to him. Although it was just the ramblings of an intoxicated man, there was truth in wine.

Moreover, Chandler had caught them. Afterward, Chandler had been merciless with her in bed, leaving her body aching. The memory alone made Meryl wary of the situation.

She didn’t get out of the car but looked up at Dalton. “Dalton, this isn’t proper. Your Uncle Chandler will get jealous.”

When Meryl mentioned Chandler, Dalton’s expression turned cold. “Are you afraid of Uncle Chandler? Did he ever force you? If he did, just tell me, and I’ll…”

“And you’ll do what?” Meryl stared at him for a few seconds, finding his words out of place.

Dalton pressed his lips. “Although I can’t beat him, I’d risk everything to protect you.”

Meryl found Dalton’s logic strange. Clearly, she and Chandler were married, but how Dalton spoke made it seem like she was closer to him.

Not wanting to dwell on this topic with Dalton anymore, she asked, “So, Dalton, what do you really want to say? Why are you stopping me?”

Seeing Meryl avoid talking about Chandler, Dalton grew more convinced that his suspicions were right. To him, their public displays of affection were just for show. A spark of hope reignited in his eyes.

Dalton said, “Meryl, when you were kidnapped, did you get hurt? I tried to save you, too, but Uncle Chandler got there first. You have no idea how worried I’ve been about you these past few days.”

Dalton had been following Meryl to see whether she was hurt or not.

“Worried about me?” Meryl’s tone remained calm. “Your wife is in the hospital trying to keep her pregnancy. Shouldn’t you be more concerned about her?”