Chapter 362 His Wife

A strange fragrance filled the room. Only then did Dalton realize why he was having such an unusual reaction.

Moments earlier, he had thought his inability to control himself around Meryl was because his feelings for her had become so deeply ingrained. Just the sight of her made him lose control.

He kept talking to her, not only to prolong their time together but also to distract himself from the urge to act impulsively. He didn’t want to cross a line with her.

But once Meryl pointed out the peculiar scent in the room, Dalton immediately understood what was happening.

“This is my room. The servants wouldn’t dare tamper with anything here,” he thought.

“So, why would Lydia do this? Could it be she’s trying to frame Meryl?”

Dalton’s expression turned cold.

At that moment, a commotion could be heard outside the room.

It sounded like a large crowd heading their way.

Dalton let out a bitter laugh.

He knew that if word got out that Meryl was in his room, his...

He hadn’t expected Lydia to go so far, dragging him into her scheme, using him as a pawn to reach her goal.

But Lydia had underestimated how much Dalton cared for Meryl.

He did desire her, and he did want to be with her.

But he would never take advantage of her in such a despicable way.

Even with the intoxicating scent in the room, Dalton was determined to control himself.

With a contemptuous smile, Dalton looked up at Meryl and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

He tried to stand up, struggling against the dizziness from his fever. As he had just come from the lake, his legs were numb and cold, and he was barely able to support his weight.

Dalton stumbled forward.

But Meryl didn’t move to help him. Instead, she took a step back, keeping her distance.

She shook her head slightly and said calmly, “I can protect myself.”

She knew that emotional debts were the hardest to repay.

Dalton’s eyes flashed with confusion at her words. “What are you planning to do?”

“Dalton, who’s in there with you? Don’t do anything stupid. Open the door.”

Almost at the same time, Lydia’s voice came through, laced with sobs as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Halle comforted her, saying, “Stop crying, or you’ll harm the baby.”

At the mention of the baby, Lydia looked even more pitiful.

“They say men are prone to cheat when their wives are pregnant. I never thought it would happen to me,” she wept.

Charlotte immediately defended her son, scolding, “The truth isn’t out yet, and you’re already spreading nonsense?”

Hearing this, Meryl let out a cold laugh.

She turned to Dalton and asked, “How does it feel to be betrayed by your own wife?”

Dalton pressed his lips together, his voice tight with anger. “How could she ever be considered my wife? We don’t even have a marriage certificate.”

At that moment, Dylan’s voice boomed, “Open the door.”

A servant quickly stepped forward with the key, ready to unlock it.

Meryl glanced at the window behind her.

“It’s only two stories high. Jumping down might sprain an ankle,"

“But if anyone catches me in here with Dalton…”

Meryl gripped the windowsill, preparing to jump.

Dalton’s face darkened, and he whispered urgently, “Meryl, I told you I’d protect you. You don’t have to do this.”

Meryl gave him a soft, fleeting smile.

As Dalton watched, her dress fluttered in the air as she leaped from the window.

Dalton’s eyes widened in shock, his hand instinctively reaching out to stop her. But just then, the door was flung open.