Chapter 465 Embarrassment

By the end of their lovemaking, the sky was completely dark. The rule in the Aniston Villa was that every meal would start on time, and if anyone missed the meal, others wouldn’t wait for him or her on purpose.

Meryl felt exhausted by the intimacy and realized they were being intimate much more than before. Although men in their twenties were all flourishing in sexual desire, the frequency of their encounters excessively overwhelmed her.

Chandler looked meaningfully at Meryl’s belly and stroked it softly. “How do you feel during this period? Why doesn’t your belly seem to get bigger?” he asked.

She said, “Maybe it takes more time.”

The doctor told her that her baby was smaller than regular babies, and although she had been eating nutritious food recently, her baby still didn’t grow bigger. Maybe the years in prison had thoroughly hurt her body, making her unable to absorb all the nourishment.

“I’ll go to the kitchen and get you some food,” Chandler said.

Meryl’s face flushed instantly. She put on pajamas and followed Chandler to the kitchen.

The cooks were off work. Chandler made them some spaghetti. Seeing her approaching him, he fixed his eyes on her fair neck.

“Are you sure you can get enough nutrition from spaghetti? You should eat more protein due to your busy life,” Meryl said. Then, she turned to the refrigerator and got eggs. However, Chandler hugged her from behind.

“Why are you wearing this?” Chandler rubbed her neck with his lips.

The top of the pajamas had no collar, and her shoulder and neckline resembled a swan. As his hot breath sprayed behind Meryl’s ear, her heartbeat quickened violently!

Chandler said in a deep voice, “What should I do? I suddenly don’t want to have spaghetti.”

“Chandler, your father lives here!” Meryl reminded him in a low voice that they were in the kitchen where other family members could appear at any time. The embarrassment of being caught might make Meryl want to disappear.

But Chandler ignored her words and lightly kissed Meryl’s neck. “We’re married. Can’t we have a kiss?” he said.

He put one hand on Meryl’s ear and caged her between his arm and the wall, leaving Meryl with nowhere to hide. He used the other arm to hook her waist, carried her onto the kitchen countertop, and began to caress her body.

Meryl’s cheeks were red, and she felt he had become so aroused. He had been so aroused since she moved into the Aniston Villa.

Just when they were making out, Dalton, who was discharged from the hospital that afternoon, entered the kitchen. He seemed stunned as he saw them hugging each other and Meryl’s captivated expression. Meryl’s neck was gorgeous, and there were some kiss marks on it, which showed how passionate they were before he interrupted them.

If it weren’t for his sudden intrusion, Dalton had no doubt that they would have been intimate in the kitchen. Dalton felt desolate, but his face remained calm.

“Uncle Chandler! Children are in the house, too! I know you love each other so much, but it’s the kitchen!” Instead of leaving, Dalton directly left the kitchen door open. He glanced at the boiling water in the pot. “Are you cooking spaghetti? I don’t have dinner. Can I join you?”