Chapter 369 Impatient
Meryl’s lips, still swollen and full from the passionate kiss, gleamed with an irresistible sheen. Seeing this, Dalton felt his heart skip a beat, and his fists instinctively clenched. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked beneath the covers.
Noticing Dalton’s gaze lingering on Meryl, Chandler shifted slightly, blocking Dalton’s view. There was a hint of darkness in Chandler’s eyes. Narrowing them, he asked, “What brings you here at this late hour?”
Dalton’s throat bobbed. He had knocked on the door impulsively, desperate to stop them from continuing their intimacy. But now that the door was open, he stood there, uncertain of what to say.
Chandler and Meryl were husband and wife, so it was natural for them to be close. And there he was, standing on the threshold like a jealous fool, envious of their happiness, looking utterly ridiculous. Dalton swallowed hard, his voice rough. “I injured my hand. Uncle Chandler, I came to borrow some bandages.”
Chandler saw right through his weak excuse. He was wearing only trousers, his bare torso exuding raw masculinity. His muscles were slick with sweat, and faint red marks, obviously from a woman’s fingernails, lined his shoulders. It wasn’t hard to guess just how intense Chandler’s passion for Meryl had been moments before.
Dalton felt a wave of suffocating frustration while Chandler, clearly losing patience, crossed his arms and gave Dalton a sidelong glance. “If that’s all, then you should leave. As you can see, your little aunt is waiting rather eagerly… seems she can’t wait any longer.”
Dalton stayed silent. Chandler’s words were like knives, cutting straight into Dalton’s heart. Without giving him another chance to speak, Chandler slammed the door shut.
The door nearly hit Dalton in the face. He stepped back, fists clenched, staring bitterly at the closed door.
Inside, Meryl frowned slightly and playfully hit Chandler on the chest. “Chandler, what did you mean by ‘I can’t wait any longer‘?”
He smiled and walked over to the bed and pulled Meryl into his arms. He couldn’t resist cupping the back of her head and kissing her once more. “It’s not you who couldn’t wait… it’s me.”
Meryl felt her heart flutter. “This man, why does he always kiss me so suddenly?” she thought.
Gently pushing him away, Meryl glanced instinctively toward the door. She wasn’t sure if Dalton had left yet.
Chandler followed her gaze, his tone suddenly turning cold. “What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with your old lover?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Meryl glared at Chandler. “I don’t have any old lovers. I only have you.”
“Is that so?”
Chandler seemed pleased by her answer. Tilting his chin up slightly, he commanded, “Kiss me.”
Meryl froze for a moment, caught off guard. When she finally understood, she blushed with embarrassment. Hesitating briefly, she closed her eyes and kissed Chandler’s lips, and in response, he gave her a sharp… Once again, Meryl found herself swept away by his intensity.
Meanwhile, Dalton remained outside, not having left. Inside the room, the sounds of Chandler and Meryl’s intimacy were unmistakable. From where he stood, Dalton could hear everything. He thought bitterly, “I haven’t even walked away yet, and Chandler’s already this impatient?”