Chapter 363 Something Is Amiss
A large crowd gathered outside the room, and everyone’s eyes instinctively landed on the bed.
The sheets were perfectly smooth, with not a single crease in sight. Dalton stood there, completely drenched, his clothes soaked through and stained with water.
Charlotte immediately rushed forward, concern etched on her face. “What happened? What’s going on? Why are you like this?”
Dalton’s face was flushed, and he looked incredibly weak.
The moment she touched him, Charlotte realized how hot his body was, burning with fever.
“You have a fever? What happened?”
A cold glint flashed in Dalton’s eyes as his gaze fell on Lydia.
Lydia involuntarily shivered.
Cameron turned to Lydia, asking. “Didn’t you say there was a woman in Dalton’s room? Where is she?”
“I…” Lydia stammered, unsure of what to make of the situation. She was certain she had seen Meryl helping Dalton into the room.
According to her plan, everyone should have found Meryl and Dalton alone together. There would be no way for Meryl to escape the scandal. She had counted on the fact that if Meryl was caught seducing a married man, even with Chandler’s support, her reputation would be beyond saving.
Everything should have gone according to plan, but now, Meryl was nowhere to be seen.
Lydia had personally locked the door.
Her eyes darted to the bathroom. She hurried over and pushed the door open.
Next, she checked the wardrobe and under the bed. Upon seeing these places empty, her face turned ashen.
“She’s gone,” Lydia muttered, barely able to believe it.
Cameron’s interest dwindled immediately. “Dragging everyone here in the middle of the night for what? A pointless charade?”
Dylan gave Lydia a look of displeasure. “Alright, if there’s nothing going on, everyone can leave.”
It was late, and no one wanted to linger any longer.
One by one, the crowd dispersed.
Charlotte, however, kept her eyes on Dalton, feeling that something about tonight’s events didn’t sit right.
“Dalton, why are your clothes so wet?”
“You should ask Lydia about that. She pushed me into the lake,” Dalton replied, his gaze once again locking onto Lydia.
At his words, Charlotte’s expression immediately darkened. “Lydia, are you out of your mind?”
Lydia defended herself, “I didn’t do it on purpose! It was an accident!”
Dalton sneered. “It was intentional. After pushing me into the lake, you said you’d get help. And now what? You brought a crowd here to catch me in some made-up scandal?”
Lydia bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists. “I was just angry when I saw you two together.”
“What right do you have to be angry? The scent in this room, the one meant to incite desire–wasn’t that your doing?”
“What scent? Dalton, I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Lydia feigned innocence.
By now, most of the scent had dissipated, which gave Lydia the confidence to pretend she knew nothing.
“Dalton, are you misunderstanding me?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Even if you like Meryl, I can tolerate your secret meetings. But this is Dylan’s house! How can you be so shameless in front of him?”
Charlotte, picking up on the implications, interjected, “Dalton, what’s going on between you and Meryl? Have you two…?”
“Mom!” Dalton cut her off coldly. “Are you really so easily led by her lies?”
Before the words could fully settle, Dalton suddenly grabbed Lydia by the throat, fury burning in his eyes. “You think just because my mother has your back, I won’t lay a hand on you?
“How dare you play games with me? Lydia, you’ve got some nerve!”