Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After…

Chapter 605 Political Marriage

In the dimly lit room, Meryl gently laid Chandler down on the bed.

“I’ll get you a glass of water,” she said.

This was the first time she had found herself in such a situation, and she felt completely lost.

As she turned to leave, Chandler suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back with unexpected force.

Meryl wasn’t prepared for it and stumbled into his warm embrace.

His body was burning against hers, and in that instant, Meryl’s heart raced, pounding in her throat.

Her long, seaweed-like hair cascaded around them, brushing against Chandler’s face like a silent invitation.

Chandler yanked off his tie, the tension in his body reaching a breaking point. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

He leaned in, his hands bracing on either side of her, and captured her lips in a fervent kiss.

It felt as if the parched earth was finally receiving the rain it desperately needed. Meryl’s coolness only intensified Chandler’s desire to draw her closer.

“Meryl…” he murmured, cradling her face in his hands, his reason slipping away.

Chandler nipped at her lower lip, as if he wanted to meld her into himself.

Meryl instinctively tried to pull away. “Chandler, we can’t…”

But her half-finished protest was silenced by his heated kiss.

Chandler was overwhelmed; his entire being felt like it was on fire, and he craved the woman in his arms with an urgency that consumed him.

His mind was foggy as he gripped Meryl’s slender waist, trailing kisses down to her collarbone.

Meryl’s heart raced uncontrollably. She struggled to regain his attention. “Chandler, I’m pregnant! I’m over five months along, this is too dangerous!”

It seemed he didn’t hear her. His eyes were glazed over, and Chandler held her tightly beneath him.

But when his hands brushed against her slightly rounded belly, it was as if a light switched on. He jolted back, releasing her as if he had been burned.

Chandler pinched his thigh hard, trying to snap back to reality.

“Are you okay, Meryl?” he asked urgently, concern flooding his voice as he looked down at her.

Meryl’s eyes were red-rimmed, her pale skin flushed with distress.

She looked up at him and said, her voice trembling, “I’m fine, but you scared me to death! I thought you really wanted to…”

“I’m so sorry,” Chandler said, shaking his head, the heat of the moment evaporating in an instant.

He couldn’t bear to stay in the same space with her any longer.

“I’ll be right back; I just need to use the bathroom.”

Moments later, the sound of running water mixed with a muffled groan echoed from the bathroom.

Rachel woke up the next afternoon, disoriented and confused.

Everything around her felt foreign. It seemed like she was in a hotel room, the sheets and blankets all white and pristine.

Rubbing her throbbing head, Rachel thought, “What happened? Why am I here? I think I had some kind of drugged drink, and then…”

She quickly scanned the room. Her clothes from the night before lay shredded on the floor, and her underwear was nowhere to be found.

Rachel’s heart sank as she threw back the covers.

The bed was a mess, and the chaotic state of things was a stark reminder of how wild the night had been.

Panic washed over Rachel as she pressed her hands to her temples.

She couldn’t remember anything clearly.

Rachel had a low tolerance for alcohol, and with the added substances, it was no wonder her memory was hazy. She distinctly remembered Chandler being taken away by Meryl.

“So… who did I sleep with?”

“I can’t just go around sleeping with random guys…”

Then, a flicker of memory surfaced–she had kissed Felix.

“Was it Felix?”

The sight of a dark red stain on the sheets sent her spiraling into despair.

On the nightstand, three boxes of condoms lay open, each one a silent testament to the chaos of the night before.

As Rachel clutched her head, torn between dialing the police and letting things be, a soft knock echoed through the room.

It turned out that it was a suite with a separate sitting room.

The man who entered sported gold-rimmed glasses and wore a sleek black shirt.

It was none other than Christopher!

Rachel’s eyes widened with shock. “You… You did this to me?”

She mused, “How could this happen?”

“Christopher! He’s Felix’s brother!

“Knowing full well I’m engaged to Felix, how could he do this?”

Rachel’s phone was already filled with “911“, yet her finger hesitated to press the call button.

As her sanity gradually returned, Rachel understood that reporting this would ruin her reputation, and Felix, that madman, would surely kill her!

“You’re Felix’s brother, why would you… do this to me?” Rachel’s eyes reddened, tears streaming down her face.

Christopher approached Rachel step by step, sitting beside her and embracing her tightly.

His lips trailed from her ear to her neck, his hot breath seemingly melting her.

“Rachel, it was you who leaned into my arms last night.”

No man could resist a woman who came on her own. Christopher hugged Rachel, his eyes filled with desire, his body reacting again.

He gazed at Rachel intensely, saying, “Do you know how your engagement with Felix came about?”

“It was me who suggested it to my father. At that time, the Morgan family was already declining, not matching the Powell family. So, my father chose Felix, the discarded son, as the alliance’s object.”

“But in truth, I wanted to marry you. It’s because my father values me too much that he arranged a more suitable match with Ms. Clarke, which led you to be engaged to Felix. But my heart has always belonged to you.”

Christopher’s hot breath landed on Rachel’s collarbone, and he kissed it passionately.

“Rachel, my Rachel…”

Rachel was utterly shocked.

“What did this mean? Christopher has always liked me?”

“Was last night just a natural course? Did I actively throw myself at him?”

Christopher’s large hands began wandering on her body, and

Rachel pushed Christopher away, slapping him across the face.

Rachel glared at him, her emotions running high. “Stay away from me! You knew I was Felix’s fiancée, yet you still…”

Christopher spoke matter-of-factly. “You don’t even like him.”

“But how could you… do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, you were so enticing, and you were the one who initiated. I just couldn’t resist.”

Rachel covered her face and sobbed.

Christopher felt a pang of guilt, gently embracing her.

“Rachel, don’t cry. Do you remember? When you were five, you came to my house with your dad, and your toy fell into the pond. I was the one who went into the water to retrieve it for you.”

“Back then, you called my name so sweetly. It was the first time such a soft, adorable little girl called me so sweetly; it melted my heart.”

“Then, when your family went through hard times, I was just seventeen. I couldn’t bear to see you struggling, so I wanted my father to adopt you, but he refused.”

“It just so happened that your father entrusted you to us, leading to your engagement with a member of the Powell family. At first, my father didn’t agree, but after much persuasion from me, he finally nodded.”

“If it weren’t for Felix, you would have been mine from the start. Rachel, don’t cry, Whatever you want in the future, I’ll give it to you.”

With that, Christopher’s fingers gently lifted Rachel’s chin, and he kissed her lips softly.

Rachel still held a shred of reason. “What are you talking about? You’re engaged to Ms. Clarke, and if I’m not mistaken, your wedding is in a month!”

“It’s just a political marriage; I have no feelings for her. Rachel, all I’ve ever liked is you.”