Chapter 366 Let Him Watch
The night was silent, the air thick with tension. Moonlight streamed down, casting an ethereal glow over the scene, adding a thrill of excitement to the dark stillness.
As Chandler came to his senses, he kissed her fiercely as if wanting to merge her entirely with himself.
Meryl struggled to breathe, her voice barely a whisper as she pleaded, “Chandler, we’re outside.”
But his kisses only grew more intense, trailing down to her collarbone, his desire pushing him to explore further.
“Not here… please,” she begged softly, “We can do whatever you want when we’re back inside, but not out here, okay?”
From the window above, Dalton watched. What he saw was the two of them entwined in a passionate embrace, their lips locked, oblivious to anything else.
He stumbled back, his heart clenched in an invisible vice as if it had been stabbed by a cruel, unforgiving blade.
Seeing Chandler pin Meryl down on the grass, kissing her without restraint, made him want to rush down and rip them apart.
His chest heaved with suffocating pain, his insides twisted in agony, and his body trembled uncontrollably. His fists clenched tight as he gripped the window ledge.
Despite the torment, Dalton couldn’t stop himself from watching, from wondering just how far things would go between them.
“Am I a masochist?” he wondered.
“How could this be happening? Meryl is supposed to be mine. Why was Uncle Chandler taking the woman I loved? I met Meryl first. We’ve been together for seven years, and I haven’t even kissed her once!”
Dalton’s gaze remained fixed on them as their kiss deepened, growing more heated. In his mind, he imagined himself in Chandler’s place, kissing Meryl with the same intensity.
His lashes fluttered slightly as the pain in his chest intensified.
Chandler had noticed Dalton long ago.
He saw him standing there, hidden behind the window, eyes burning with unshed tears. Even from a distance, Chandler could feel Dalton’s anguish.
A slight smirk tugged at the corner of Chandler’s lips.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, he deliberately asked, “Anything I want once we’re back? As many times as I like?”
Meryl’s cheeks flushed even deeper. She playfully punched Chandler in the chest.
“Why is he being so wicked?” she thought. “Why does he have to ask again? How am I supposed to answer that?”
Chandler didn’t need a reply.
Seeing her shyly nestling in his arms, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply again. Between kisses, he murmured in her ear, “Then later, you’ll take the lead, okay?”
Meryl’s mind raced. “Take the lead? How exactly am I supposed to do that?”
Her face burned bright red. She buried her head against his shoulder, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Chandler seemed to enjoy her bashfulness. With one arm around her waist and the other planted firmly on the ground, he stood up.
Meryl instinctively wrapped her arms around Chandler’s neck.
He spread her legs, lifting her by her hips, and carried her towards their room.
Years of training had given Chandler incredible strength; holding Meryl was effortless for him.
His movements were full of masculine power, while Meryl clung to him like a small koala, hanging tightly onto his body.
She couldn’t bring herself to lift her head, hiding her face against his shoulder as she mumbled, “You don’t have to do this… I can walk on my own…”
The way he carried her made her feel utterly self-conscious.
If they were in private, it might’ve been fine. But this was the Aniston Villa. Even though it was late at night, Meryl couldn’t shake the fear that someone might see them like this.
“You just jumped from a second-story window. Don’t your legs feel weak? I’ll carry you.”
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see?” Meryl asked in a low voice.
“Afraid?” Chandler’s deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear. “What I’m afraid of is him not seeing.”