Chapter 610 The Thing in Chandler’s Pocket

As Meryl was engrossed in her phone, Chandler walked in.

She immediately approached him. “Where have you been? Why did you come back so late?”

It was already dark outside, and Meryl had just finished her dinner alone at home.

Chandler casually took off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack. “I went to the Aniston Villa to settle a score for you.”

Meryl was taken aback, “Did you pick a fight with your dad?”

She had just suffered an indignity at the Aniston family, and she didn’t expect Chandler to know about it so quickly.

Chandler nodded. “Yeah, I used the family law and gave Dalton a beating. He probably won’t bother you anymore or spread rumors carelessly.”

Meryl’s fingers curled slightly. “Did you not have much to eat at the Aniston Villa? There’s still soup left, I’ll heat it up for you.”

Chandler wrapped his arms around Meryl from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Meryl, don’t rush, let me hold you for a bit.”

Meryl paused, feeling warmth and security in Chandler’s embrace.

She couldn’t help but smile, placing her hands over Chandler’s. “Can you feel it? The baby is moving in my belly.”

At this stage, the baby’s movements were like tiny bubbles from a fish, barely noticeable.

Chandler carefully felt around her abdomen, indeed catching a slight nudge.

“This is our child.” Meryl turned around, leaning into Chandler’s arms, embracing him with both hands.

“I went for a check-up while returning from the Aniston Villa; the doctor said the baby is developing well.

“The due date is in November, do you think it will snow in Kingsdom by then?”

Meryl’s face was filled with anticipation for the future. She was unable to imagine how life would change with a new life.

Chandler smiled, “You know, when our child is born, will you pay more attention to him and neglect me?”

“How could that be?” Meryl rested her head on Chandler’s shoulder.

She added, “The baby is important to me, and so are you. The three of us together make a family.”

Recalling Chandler’s childhood experiences, Meryl only wanted to live a good life with him.

Both their childhoods were incomplete, so they would make up the love they lacked during those years to their child.

Chandler cupped Meryl’s cheeks, unable to restrain himself, gently kissing her lips.

“Meryl, having you as my wife is my fortune.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Clearly, he was moved by emotion.

In Chandler’s embrace, Meryl clearly felt that the man in front of her was aroused.

Suddenly, Meryl froze.

She distinctly smelled a hint of a woman’s perfume on Chandler.

This fragrance, Meryl had smelled on Rachel before.

She mused, “Did they meet today?”

Meryl bit her lip.

But Chandler had just said he came from the Aniston Villa.

After a moment of hesitation, Meryl looked into Chandler’s eyes, asking, “Did you see Rachel today?”

Chandler furrowed his brows, feeling surprised. “No, why suddenly mention her?”

She thought, “No? Is this fragrance just a coincidence?”

Meryl ceased her wild speculations.

She stepped out of his embrace and turned to the kitchen.

“It’s getting late, go take a shower quickly, I’ll heat up the soup for you.”

Chandler nodded, gently rubbed Meryl’s head, and headed towards the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Meryl stood in the kitchen, turning on the gas.

As the food in the pot began to smoke, she stared at the white fumes, lost in thought.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, pulling her back to reality.

Meryl unlocked her screen to find a message from Rachel.

It was an image: Rachel showed only half her face. The lighting was dim, the bedsheet beneath her pristine white. It looked like she was lying in bed.

What caught Meryl’s eye was the men’s suit jacket draped over Rachel.

Meryl recognized that jacket—exactly the same one Chandler wore today!

A chill ran through Meryl, her breathing quickening.

She immediately shot back a message: [What are you trying to say, Rachel?]

Before Meryl could even process her reply, Rachel had already recalled the photo.

She replied: [Oops, I sent the wrong one. You didn’t see anything, right?]

Meryl’s face hardened.

She clutched her phone, her chest heaving. Rachel followed up with another message.

[You’re pregnant, so I figured you couldn’t satisfy Chandler, so I took over, you know? Oh, and check his jacket–I left you a little surprise.]

The message was swiftly withdrawn.

Just then, the food in the pot started to boil. Meryl turned off the stove.

She walked to the living room, rummaging through Chandler’s jacket.

Inside lay a condom!

Meryl’s face drained of color.

She remembered this brand—a pack of two.

“So, one’s used, and he just conveniently brought the other back?

Chandler just claimed he hadn’t seen Rachel, but why would she put such intimate items in his pocket?”

Meryl’s fingers clenched tightly, her eyes welling up.

She felt like she might collapse.

She desperately wanted to trust Chandler, but the evidence was right before her eyes–how could she?

“And where did that scent on Chandler come from?

If they hadn’t been in close contact, how would Chandler’s clothes have picked up Rachel’s perfume?”

Meryl pressed a hand to her belly.

She suddenly felt a pang in her abdomen.

“Is it so distressing that even the baby feels my emotions?”

Meryl felt like swallowing shards of glass.

“What now… is the recent sweetness all a facade?”

When Chandler stepped out of the shower, the house was empty, and Meryl was nowhere to be seen.

On the table sat a hot bowl of soup, freshly made by Meryl.

Chandler, clad in a black silk robe and slippers, stood by the dining table.

He picked up his phone and called Meryl.

“Meryl? Where are you at this late hour?”

Meryl bit her lip, nails digging into her palm.

She wanted to avoid jumping to conclusions and needed some time alone to think.

“Anne just called, wanted me to go keep her company.”

Chandler was taken aback. “At this hour? Did you go alone? Why didn’t you let me drive you?”

“You had a long day at work, it’s fine. I took a cab, and I’m almost there.”

Anne’s place wasn’t far, just a ten-minute cab ride away.

Chandler sighed, “So you’re leaving me to sleep alone tonight?”

Meryl curled her fingers.

She wasn’t lying to Chandler–Anne had indeed called her.