Chapter 313 Mistress
The pregnant woman wore shabby clothes and looked like she came from a poor family background. She had traveled all the way to Kingsdom, hoping that the doctors could save the dead fetus in her womb.
She said there was a tradition in her hometown that if a woman was found carrying a dead fetus, her husband would beat her to death.
So, Sandra gave Bianca’s baby to the peasant woman.
Ten years ago, the truth came to light when Bianca discovered that Lydia’s blood type didn’t match hers or Malcolm’s. Realizing that the babies had been swapped, she demanded to find her biological daughter.
It was during this time that Sandra and Malcolm reconnected.
Worried that the Stone family might mistreat Lydia, Sandra took the initiative to find Malcolm and confessed to him of Lydia’s true parentage.
Malcolm asked her where Bianca’s daughter was. Initially, Sandra didn’t want to reveal it, but she thought that by telling Malcolm, she might earn his favor. Indeed, after her confession, their relationship rekindled.
Even with age, Sandra believed she looked good and was still the type of woman men liked.
Moreover, Sandra prided herself on providing emotional value. Wealthy men always faced stress from clients outside and from wives at home. They needed women like her.
Meryl waited half the night, thinking Dalton had deceived her. Just as she was about to delete his contact, Dalton sent a location pin: [My people found out Rocky lives nearby. It’s a complicated area. Do you need me to accompany you tomorrow?]
Meryl glanced at the location, which was a densely packed, rundown area on the city’s outskirts. The residents were indeed quite diverse.
“Who are you messaging?” Just then, Chandler entered the room. He wore black pajamas, and with his hair still wet from the shower, he looked more approachable.
Meryl did not hide from him. “Dalton.”
“Hmm?” Chandler raised an eyebrow and sat down in front of Meryl, leaning in to take a look. He saw Dalton’s WhatsApp.
“What did you two talk about? Didn’t you delete him? Why did you add him back?” Chandler’s face remained even, but his voice turned noticeably colder.
Meryl remembered the doctor’s instructions that Chandler’s waist injury required daily dressing changes. She immediately went to fetch the first aid kit.
But Chandler grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She was forced to straddle Chandler’s thighs.
The woody scent of his cologne filled her senses, causing her heart to race. The position was undeniably intimate.
A sudden tingling sensation washed over her as Chandler leaned in and nibbled on her neck. “Mrs. Aniston, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
Meryl’s fingers curled instinctively, wrapping her arms around his head. “I’ll delete him immediately, Chandler, just don’t move…”
“Who’s moving now?” Chandler’s voice was low as he tightened his grip on Meryl’s waist, his deep eyes glancing down at where their bodies were pressed together.
It was then that Meryl realized, in her attempt to avoid Chandler’s kisses, that she had unintentionally ignited a fire within him. Her heart pounded, and before she knew it, it was too late.
Chandler’s lower back injury had healed quickly, almost entirely within a few days, making him even more uninhibited.
He bonked her over and over again, consumed by a feverish passion.
His stubble, not fully shaved, scratched her breasts, making her feel both itchy and pained. Unable to bear his relentless stimulation, Meryl bit him.
Chandler seemed to enjoy her biting, leaning in closer. “Do it again.”