Chapter 39 Hit the Jackpot
Meryl nodded, her brow furrowing as she noticed the look of shock etched across Anne’s face. Anne’s mouth was agape, as if it could swallow a whole egg.
“What’s wrong? Do you know him?” Meryl asked, curiosity piqued.
Worried she might have misread the situation, Anne asked, “What’s his name? Show me!”
Recalling the name she had seen on the marriage license earlier that day, Meryl took Anne’s hand and wrote it in her palm.
As the letters formed, Anne went completely still, her expression frozen in disbelief.
After what felt like an eternity, she managed to collect herself, her voice barely above a whisper. “You… you really don’t know who Chandler is?”
Meryl shook her head innocently.
“Aside from his name, I don’t know much. I just know he runs a company and tends to get hammered at social engagements."
Just as Anne was about to respond, the sound of the police station door crashing open echoed through the room.
A tall man strode in, exuding an air of authority that turned heads and silenced conversations.
Chandler walked in like he owned the place, his gaze locked onto Meryl.
When he spotted the blood on her arm, his expression darkened. “You’re hurt?”
Meryl quickly shook her head. “No, it’s not mine.”
Chandler’s face softened slightly, but he still looked concerned. Meryl was dressed too lightly for the chilly atmosphere, her complexion pale.
Without hesitation, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “Button it up.”
“Sorry for dragging you out here at this hour…”
Meryl’s voice was low, guilt creeping in for inconveniencing him.
Chandler frowned. “We’re married. You don’t need to apologize for that.”
At that moment, a police officer approached them. “You’re here to bail them out, right? Come over and sign some paperwork, and you can get them out.”
Chandler nodded, and then his eyes fell on Anne.
Their gazes met, and Anne felt a rush of uncertainty. She thought, “Should I say something? It’s understandable that Meryl doesn’t know Chandler well after spending three years in prison, but I’ve crossed paths with him a few times.
After all, Chandler and Dante are practically best friends, making it hard for me to avoid knowing him entirely. We have even shared a meal.
Despite the limited conversation we’ve exchanged, Chandler might recognize me.
But how could Meryl’s husband be Chandler? It’s utterly baffling.”
As the officer prepared the paperwork, signaling for Chandler to follow him, Anne couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Okay, spill it. What’s the deal with you and Chandler? How did you two end up married? Who brought it up?”
Meryl hesitated, recalling that shocking morning. “I think it was him…”
Anne’s expression turned serious.
She thought, “Meryl’s been through a lot with Dalton. But Chandler’s actually willing to marry her? That’s… strange.”
But as she thought about it, a sense of satisfaction washed over her.
Chandler’s standing in the Aniston family was unshakeable, and now, Meryl marrying him meant she would become Dalton’s aunt.
Imagining the family gatherings, where Dalton would have to toast Meryl alongside Lydia, made Anne giddy with excitement.
Anne said, linking her arm through Meryl’s, “Girl, you’ve really hit the jackpot with this one."
“Do you have any idea about Chandler and Dalton…”
Before she could finish her thought, the police station door swung open once more.