Chapter 463 Risk

“To be honest, I’m a little worried. No woman wants to share her husband with another woman, and so do I,” Lydia said, looking into Dalton’s eyes. “But at that time, I was pregnant and weak. I couldn’t have sex with you. Dalton, although I was jealous, I only blamed myself for not grasping your heart!”

Such an answer surprised Dalton.

He raised Lydia’s chin with one hand. “Why do you love me so much?”

The distance between them suddenly narrowed, and their breath intertwined.

Lydia boldly met Dalton’s eyes. “I like your soul, your appearance, and the way you have sex with me.”

Her answer greatly pleased him.

Suddenly, Dalton recalled that night when he saw Meryl kissing Chandler near the window.

He raised her chin and ordered her, “Kiss me.”

Lydia was stunned, but soon, she suppressed the surprise and kissed his lips.

He abstained from sex for Meryl, but she was free to have sex with Chandler anytime and anywhere, and Dalton suddenly felt ridiculous.

Lydia wasn’t sure what Dalton meant and didn’t go further.

However, he took the initiative to deepen the kiss by pulling her into his arms.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. Dalton craved venting his desire after having no sex for several months.

After getting his permission, Lydia was pleasantly surprised.

However, due to her recent miscarriage, the doctor specifically told her not to have sex for at least one month so as to prevent any possible infection.

In the face of such a perfect chance to get along with Dalton, Lydia really didn’t want to miss it.

Just as she was weighing the pros and cons, he lifted her skirt!

“What? You don’t want to?” Seeing her absent-minded, Dalton raised his eyebrows in a displeased way.

Lydia quickly shook her head. “Hurry, I want you.”

She turned words into actions by kissing the man in front of her wildly.

After they had sex, Lydia fell asleep in the hospital bed.

Dalton lit a cigarette and enjoyed the relaxation.

Looking at the sleeping face of Lydia, Dalton couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it would be if the woman worshiping him just now was Meryl.

According to Dylan, any woman married into the Aniston family had to move to the Aniston Villa to be blessed by the ancestors.

Since Lydia also lived in the Aniston Villa when she was pregnant before, Meryl also agreed to move in.

But Chandler didn’t care about those outdated rules. “If you feel uncomfortable living there, we can just move out. You don’t have to worry about the rules.”

The Aniston family had a large population. Except for Chandler, almost all other people in the family lived in the Aniston Villa.

He was reluctant to get Meryl involved in those tedious family affairs.

“But your dad insisted on the rule. Anyway, it doesn’t matter where I live,” Meryl leaned against Chandler’s arms and gently rubbed the stubble on his chin.

His chin was a little prickly.

“Are you afraid that I’ll get bullied by your brother and his wife? They must have some misgivings about doing it in the villa, right?” she said.

Besides, Chandler had retaliated against them for her.

Although the news had been removed, it had already spread.

Charlotte claimed to be ill these days, hiding in her room and even refusing to have meals outside.

That was because whenever she went out, Cameron would mock her, “Oh, Charlotte, have you recovered? Did you have a headache because your son married a stupid wife or because she failed to protect the infant in her belly?”

Every sentence was like a dagger stabbing into her heart, and she was more and more anxious until she locked herself in the room.

To keep Meryl from boredom, Chandler mailed her the cello he had sent her before.

So, she killed time with it for the next few days.

Meanwhile, she also called Anne about her recent life.

Anne was about to give birth to her child two months later.

“What about you and Dante…?”