Chapter 365 Charlotte's Choice

Lydia shook her head, sobbing quietly in despair.

Charlotte frowned. Lydia’s words struck a chord with her.

She knew her son all too well. She knew that once Dalton made up his mind, no one could sway him. Her thoughts raced, “He’s already quit his position at Galaxy Holdings Group, and if he antagonizes Chandler by getting involved with Meryl… he might not be able to survive in the country at all.”

The mere thought sent a chill through Charlotte.

One man in her family had already been driven away by Chandler; she couldn’t bear to lose her son, too!

In her mind, Lydia was a barrier between Dalton and Meryl.

Besides, Charlotte couldn’t bring herself to abandon the child Lydia was carrying.

“Dalton, this child can’t be aborted. Just the other day, I spoke to your father, and he told me he was robbed overseas. He’s been struggling terribly.

“You just need to hold on a little longer. Once the baby is born, we’ll have a way to bring your father back to the country.”

Charlotte feared Dalton might lose his temper with Lydia again, and she knew that if that happened, she might not be able to protect her.

Dalton had never felt so frustrated in his life.

His fever raged, his body felt weak and miserable, and his head throbbed with dizziness as if he might collapse at any moment.

His clothes were still soaked, clinging to his body.

Once Charlotte had escorted Lydia out and shut the door, Dalton had no desire to keep arguing.

He decided to rest and deal with Lydia after he recovered.

Just as he changed into dry clothes, a sudden thought struck him. He forced himself, still exhausted, to walk over to the window and look down.

Meryl had jumped out of the window, prepared to fall hard.

But instead, she landed perfectly in someone’s arms.

Chandler had caught her, and the two of them tumbled onto the grass together.

Meryl’s cheek pressed right against Chandler’s, and in her relief and excitement, she planted a hard kiss on him.

She kissed him so forcefully that her teeth hurt.

Clutching her mouth in pain, she instinctively looked up.

And when she did, her eyes locked with Chandler’s deep, ocean-like gaze.

Chandler’s arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist as he asked, “Mrs. Aniston, care to explain why you just jumped out of Dalton’s window?”

“What exactly were you two doing in that room? Hmm?”

Though Chandler’s tone was calm, Meryl could hear the edge of anger beneath it.

She realized how it must have looked, her jumping out of a window in the middle of the night. It screamed of someone caught in the act and trying to escape.

Meryl stammered, “It’s… kind of hard to explain.”

Chandler replied, “Then keep it simple.”

“Lydia pushed Dalton into the water, and I saved him, took him to his room, but then Lydia showed up with a group of people.”

Meryl couldn’t help but laugh at how absurd it all sounded.

Chandler raised an eyebrow as if silently asking, “Do you really expect me to believe that?”

Meryl, exasperated, ran her fingers through her hair.

“Chandler, I know it sounds ridiculous, but please, you have to believe me. You know how I feel about you, don’t you?”

Chandler’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “No, I don’t. Why don’t you show me?”

Meryl bit her lip, then suddenly cupped Chandler’s face in her hands. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to his.

Chandler froze. The unexpected kiss left him momentarily stunned.

When he didn’t respond, Meryl assumed he wasn’t satisfied.

So she stayed in position, pinning him to the grass, wrapping her arms tightly around him, and kissing him again and again.

Chandler’s heart pounded wildly in his chest.