Chapter 657 Out of Control

Dalton was not in a good mood tonight.

Upon receiving a call from Cate saying that Lydia was hospitalized, Dalton’s first reaction was disbelief.

He had just left her classmate reunion two hours prior, and Lydia had already gotten herself in trouble. She could have just taken a taxi on the side of the road without needing him to send her home. The taxi industry in Kingsdom was so developed. Even if she couldn’t get one, she could have called a cab on Uber.

All in all, there was no need for him to take her home in person!

Dalton had been with Lydia for so long and knew her somewhat. Such an exaggeration was just to attract his attention.

Dalton didn’t have feelings for Lydia. All that was on his mind was Meryl, whom he saw at the classmate reunion.

He thought he had already let it go. Still, when he really saw Chandler appear at the party as her husband, he felt extremely upset, especially since Chandler had deliberately embarrassed him.

Sitting in a bar, Dalton got himself drunk. He suddenly thought of the first time he met Meryl when she was being bullied and huddled up in the bathroom. Her red eyes were like those of a poor rabbit, so easy to ignite a man’s protective instincts.

At that time, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was just sixteen in the bloom of youth. He fell in love with her.

They were childhood sweethearts and had a period of innocent times together.

But now, there was no longer any place for him in Meryl’s heart. He was replaced by his uncle.

Whenever he thought of this, Dalton felt extremely upset.

Clearly, he could have had her once, but he didn’t cherish her.

Now, he lost her forever.

Billy came over at some point and patted Dalton on the shoulder. “Dalton, why are you so drunk? I just heard that Felix kidnapped your wife and she is now in the hospital. Why don’t you go see her?”

Dalton said indifferently, “I’ve gotten fed up with her face.”

Billy said, “After all, Lydia is carrying your child. Even if you blame her for her malice, what about the child? The child is innocent.”

Dalton, inebriated, said, “The child hasn’t been born yet; it can only be considered a cluster of cells, not to mention that I don’t care about her child.”

Then, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke.

Because he was in a bad mood, he drank a bit too much.

Billy stayed by his side.

However, Dalton, for some unknown reason, suddenly kicked all the glasses in front of him to the ground.

The commotion attracted the manager, Peter Sanchez.

Seeing this distinguished guest, Peter quickly smiled and said, “What’s wrong, Mr. Aniston? Are you not satisfied with our service here?”

Billy waved his hand and said, “We will compensate for all of these at the marked price.”

He could see that Dalton was being pestered by something.

As his friend, Billy knew better than anyone else that the only woman who could make Dalton like this was Meryl.

He must have been stimulated by her again.

“Dalton, actually, once you let go of the things between men and women, it’s just like that. Look at me, I’ve been through countless women, but none of them have stuck to me. I’ve never been bothered by women.”

Billy drank a glass of wine and said, “The next one will be better.”

Dalton leaned back on the sofa, not reacting much.

“Your pain comes from your devotion. You should be more playful.” After saying that, Billy snapped his fingers at Peter.

Peter got his hint and immediately brought over a girl who looked quiet and gentle but was not dressed as revealingly as the other girls.

Peter winked at her and said, “Lillian, give Mr. Aniston a good night.”

Lillian nodded and slowly approached Dalton.

She sat beside him cautiously. Noticing the wine stains on Dalton’s neck, Lillian immediately took out a tissue and wiped it for him thoughtfully.

Leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, he looked like he was heavily intoxicated and not reacting much.

From the beginning, he didn’t even glance at Lillian.

Billy whispered quietly on the side, “Dalton, Lydia is pregnant. Haven’t you two… for some time now?”

Even if she wasn’t pregnant, he didn’t want to touch Lydia.

Dalton opened his eyes, rubbed his sore head, and suddenly remembered the phone call Cate had just made.

Although he was reluctant, he still had to go to the hospital and handle it.

“I’m leaving.” Dalton grabbed his coat and stood up to leave but stumbled when he stood up because he had drunk too much.

Lillian was quick-witted and immediately reached out to support him.

Dalton didn’t like being touched by a strange woman and subconsciously tried to push her away.

But unexpectedly, he met Lillian’s gaze and was immediately stunned.

Those eyes were so innocent, like a wronged little rabbit. Dalton was momentarily distracted, feeling that Lillian’s eyes seemed familiar to Meryl’s.

Billy observed the situation carefully. Upon seeing this scene, he quickly slipped out of the private room.

“Dalton, have fun. I’m going to go to the dance floor and work up a sweat.” After saying that, Billy closed the door of the private room and left.

Lillian lowered her head and looked at Dalton, appearing very shy with her face turning red.

“Mr. Aniston, do you need your coat? I’ll help you put it on.”

As she spoke, Lillian bent down and prepared to pick up his suit jacket on the sofa when Dalton lifted her chin and asked her to look directly into his eyes, “Why don’t you call me Dalton anymore…”

Meryl used to call him by his first name all the time.

Hesitating for a second, Lillian said, “Dalton.”

It was a very soft and delicate voice, making his lower abdomen tighten.

Dalton’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Then, he grabbed Lillian’s slender waist, pressed her down on the sofa, and dominated her harshly.

“Meryl, is Uncle Chandler really better than me? I can give you everything that he can give you. I love you so much. How can you not even hate looking at me… Hmm? Tell me?”

Dalton’s actions were somewhat frantic.

He leaned on Lillian’s neck and said in a hoarse voice, “Meryl, please love me again…”

Lillian was in a trance as her body was firmly controlled by Dalton.

Because it was her first time, Lillian felt very uncomfortable. However, she was worried about upsetting him and could only use her arms to cling to his neck and whispered, “Dalton… please do it slower.”

The way she called him made Dalton even more out of control.

With a blank mind, he rolled onto the sofa with Lillian in his arms and could only rely on instinct to take her, his eyes closed while thinking about holding Meryl in his arms.