Chapter 467 Refusal

“Nothing much,” Meryl said, setting the plates on the dining table. “Let’s eat—I’m starving!”

Meryl was indeed hungry, as she was eating for two. Seeing her enjoy the meal, Chandler smiled.

“By the way,” Meryl added, “I need to take some time to wrap up my responsibilities at Galaxy Holdings.”

She still had some tasks to hand over and needed to complete her resignation process. Even as the owner of Galaxy Holdings, she had to follow company protocols.

Chandler nodded, “You can take care of that whenever you’re free.”

After dinner, Chandler headed to the bathroom for a shower. Before leaving, he kissed her forehead gently. “Wait for me in bed.”

Meryl suddenly recalled what Dalton had mentioned earlier in the kitchen: “You’re pregnant and need rest, not frequent intimacy. Do you think Uncle Chandler truly cares about you and the baby?”

Meryl was a bit distracted, but Chandler didn’t notice. She sat at her dresser and put on a face mask.

Shortly after, Chandler’s phone rang. She saw the name on the screen, the same one she'd seen in Chandler’s wallet.

This call could clarify her suspicions. With trembling hands, she was about to answer when the ringing stopped.

At that moment, Chandler emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His well-toned physique, still glistening with water droplets, was hard to ignore.

Chandler noticed her gaze and took her hand. “Want to feel my muscles?” He placed her hand on his waist and kissed her, holding the back of her head.

By the time she realized it, he was already kissing her deeply. Chandler pulled Meryl close and whispered, “Relax, honey. Tonight, just once.”

Meryl nodded, captivated by his kiss. He gently held her face, softly biting her lips. His tenderness made her weak, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Not tonight, please?” she whispered.

Their lips remained locked, and Meryl felt his warm breath on her cheeks, heightening her senses. Chandler continued to kiss her, seemingly unwilling to stop.

Out of breath, Meryl tilted her head slightly, seeking air, and looked at him pleadingly. “I’m pregnant. Too much could be harmful.”

“Really?” Chandler responded casually, caressing her belly. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Chandler smiled, “Then what are you worried about? Do you think I’m not gentle enough?” He kissed her forehead.

Chandler was clearly in the mood, while Meryl was distracted. Noticing her lack of interest, he frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want to tonight?”