Chapter 442 What Should I Do?

Meryl sat on the sofa to wait for him.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. Meryl rushed over without even putting on her slippers.

Chandler walked in, his expression tense. He changed his shoes and frowned when he saw Meryl barefoot on the floor.

“I made dinner for you!” she said with a smile. “Chandler, where did you go? Why did you smash your phone?”

Even if it was related to her, Meryl couldn’t quite understand why. She looked up at him with bright, hopeful eyes, trying to appease him.

She wore a white nightgown that seemed too large for her. She had put on some weight in recent months but had lost it again after Dalton’s actions.

Chandler swallowed hard and picked her up, pushing aside his negative emotions. He asked gently, “Why didn’t you wear slippers, Meryl? It’s still winter, and it’s freezing.”

Three hours earlier, Chandler had planned to cook for Meryl but left abruptly in frustration.

Meryl had been anxious, her mind racing with worries. She was so eager to see Chandler that she forgot about the slippers.

His arms were warm as he carried her into the living room. Looking into his eyes, Meryl asked softly, “Where did you go? Why did you leave without saying anything? I’ve been worried sick.”

“I had some urgent matters to handle.”

Chandler didn’t mention the photos he had received. Noticing his reluctance to discuss it, Meryl didn’t press the issue.

“I made dinner. Are you hungry?” she asked, leading him to the dining table. “Do you like it?”

It was already past four in the afternoon, well beyond lunchtime. Meryl was hungry but wanted to eat with Chandler.

Chapter 443 I’m Telling the Truth

Chandler smiled brightly and knew at a glance that Meryl had made the three dishes and the soup on the table according to his preferences.

She pivoted around, ready to get the cutlery.

Yet, Chandler grabbed her hand and motioned for her to sit down. “Have a rest, and I’ll prepare it.”

With that, he went straight into the kitchen and quickly came out with the cutlery.

“Don’t cook anymore.”

Meryl was puzzled. “Why?”

“You are pregnant, and I can’t let you cook for me.”

Chandler felt guilty. If he hadn’t gone out in annoyance, Meryl wouldn’t have been starving until now.

What the hell was he doing?

On his way back, Chandler was distracted. At a certain moment, he actually suspected that what Dalton had said was true.

Dalton’s firm tone led him to assume that the child in Meryl’s belly was really Dalton’s.

However, as she cooked for him despite her pregnancy...