Chapter 468 Jealousy

“Chandler, I just think…” she said.

Before she could finish speaking, Chandler’s cell phone suddenly rang.

Chandler did not move and waited for Meryl to continue.

She didn’t organize her words and said, “You can answer your phone first.”

Then, he let go of her and reached out for his phone.

Out of the corner of her eye, Meryl saw “Rachel” on his phone screen again.

Such nicknames were very intimate; he was calling his childhood sweetheart.

Meryl noticed that Chandler’s face turned tender. He went out of the bedroom to answer the call.

It stunned Meryl as Chandler never avoided her when answering a call.

It meant that he had secrets.

Perhaps it was just her wild imagination during pregnancy. Meryl shook her head.

She was now his legitimate wife and was pregnant with his child.

It was just a phone call. Everyone needed some private space.

Sometimes when she talked to Anne on the phone, she didn’t want Chandler to be listening nearby.

Maybe Rachel was a man!

After comforting herself, Meryl was about to rest when Chandler returned to the bedroom.

He put down his phone, a smile still lingering on his lips.

Chandler asked, “What were you going to say to me just now?”

Meryl gave him a meaningful look, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside.

He had a good time talking with Rachel on the phone.

After a moment’s hesitation, she felt that if she didn’t get things straight tonight, she might not be able to sleep all night.

“Who is Rachel?”

Chandler was stunned. “You saw it?”

Meryl nodded.

Chandler explained candidly, “She’s a friend of mine. It was her first time attending an auction, so she asked me about some precautions.”

It sounded quite normal. Meryl doubted whether she was being over-suspicious.

Chandler pulled Meryl into his arms and gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

Then, he suddenly said, “I may come back a little late tomorrow night. Don’t wait up for me.”

Chandler sometimes needed to attend business cocktail parties, and it was quite common for him to return home late into the night.

It was very normal for a man to focus on his business.

Chandler asked her gently, “Do you want anything? I’ll buy it for you when I come back.”

His warm embrace soon calmed her down.

“I want nothing.” Meryl closed her eyes and fell asleep with reassurance.

When she woke up the next day, the position beside her was already empty.

After brushing her teeth, she came to the dining room for breakfast.

Dalton and Lydia were also there.

Seeing Meryl, Lydia subconsciously pinched her fists.

They hadn’t seen each other since that accident that day. Now, she had lost her child.

There had been criticisms of Lydia, saying she was driving recklessly and the drivers behind her were unlucky.

This left Lydia with no grounds to blame Meryl, and she could only swallow her anger.

Fortunately, due to the miscarriage, her relationship with Dalton had slightly improved, which could be considered a silver lining in an otherwise unfortunate situation.

Thinking of the rumors about Meryl in Kingsdom, Lydia felt so jealous.

She wondered whose child Meryl was pregnant with.

If the child in her belly were really Dalton’s, Lydia would probably even celebrate.

As Chandler’s wife, she was entangled with Dalton. The Aniston family would not tolerate Meryl, and her reputation would also be ruined.

Meryl didn’t know Lydia’s plot.

As she sat down to eat, Lydia said in a seemingly casual manner, “I heard there’s a big auction today. In a few days, it will be Sir Aniston’s 80th birthday. Dalton, I really want to go and see what I can bid on for him.”

Dalton took a sip of the milk gently.

His gaze swept over Meryl’s face, but he spoke to Lydia, “You mean the Powell family’s auction? I suggest you stay at home.”