Chapter 70 You Don’t Know Men

The next day was the weekend, and Meryl didn’t wake up until noon.

After getting up, she saw a text message from last night: Chandler: [Mrs. Aniston, you should have told me you were home.]

The message was sent at midnight yesterday, right around the time Meryl was drifting off to sleep.

She was about to reply but then remembered the time difference in Ostraoland. It would be around five or six in the morning there.

Not sure whether Chandler had gotten up yet and worried about disturbing his rest, she exited the chat box.

Just then, a phone call came in.

It was Anne.

“Come out for a few drinks with me,” she said.

Meryl reminded her, “You are pregnant. Don’t drink. Have you confessed to Dante?”

“He’s dead. Who should I confess to?” Anne cursed, calling Dante a jerk.

Dante slept with her and then disappeared, leaving Anne unable to contact him ever since.

Meryl frowned, sensing that Anne was in a bad mood, and quickly arranged to meet her.

The meeting place was Cedar Café, where Anne ordered two bottles of wine.

Just as she filled the wine glass, Meryl took the glass away and replaced it with a beverage.

“I don’t plan to have a child, so there’s nothing wrong with drinking some wine,” Anne said sullenly, but ultimately, she didn’t touch the wine.

Meryl frowned. “What’s Dante’s phone number? I’ll call him for you.”

“It’s useless; he’s changed his number,” Anne replied with a bitter smile. “He didn’t sign the divorce papers, and I can’t find him. What do you think he’s trying to do? Is it fun for him to keep me waiting?”

Meryl shook her head, signaling that she wasn’t sure.

If she understood men, she would not have spent seven years of her youth on Dalton.

Now, as Meryl looked back on those seven years, she suddenly felt like slapping herself.

“I’ve made up my mind,” Anne said. “I’ll wait for him another month. If I still can’t reach him, I’ll schedule an appointment for an abortion.”

A one-month-old baby was still quite small, so even if it were removed, it would not cause much harm to her body.

This was the deadline Anne had set for Dante, as well as for herself.

A month was enough for her to sort out her feelings and end this relationship.

The wine had already been opened, but Anne didn’t want any.

To avoid wasting it, Meryl drank two glasses.

Halfway through the meal, Meryl felt slightly tipsy, so she stepped outside for some fresh air.

She paused as she walked by a private room.

The door was ajar, and a waiter was carrying trays and serving dishes to the table. Despite the smoke inside, she could still see the man sitting on the sofa who looked familiar.

Meryl took a closer look for confirmation.

Then, frowning, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Her sudden intrusion caused everyone in the room to turn and look at her.

Meryl spotted Dante sitting on the sofa.

He was playing cards with some wealthy men, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He appeared quite surprised when Meryl suddenly appeared.

Dante casually tossed the cards onto the table and glanced behind Meryl.

He was just about to ask her where her husband was, but then he remembered that she and Chandler were secretly married and that few people knew about it, so he kept quiet.

Meryl’s gaze landed on the woman sitting next to Dante.

She seemed rather quiet, and her attire was unremarkable. While she was not as striking as Anne, her eyes bore a 70% resemblance to Anne’s.

Recalling Anne’s remark that Dante always had a true love, Meryl frowned.

She thought, “Is this the woman? So, when he agreed to marry Anne so readily, was it because he saw her as a substitute? What a jerk!”

From the moment Meryl appeared in the private room, everyone started to discuss.

With so many rumors circulating about Meryl, it was inevitable that people would gossip about her when they encountered her in person.

The circle was so small, and those who could share a private room with Dante were mostly from wealthy families. They were intrigued about what Meryl was doing there.

Meryl stared at Dante, questioning, “Did you know that Anne has been looking for you?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman next to Dante was visibly stunned for a moment and gently grabbed his sleeve.

Dante withdrew his arm and leaned back on the sofa. “Yes.”

“Then why are you still hiding from her?” Meryl asked.

Meryl was not in a position to interfere in other people’s relationships.

However, since Anne was her friend, Meryl couldn’t bear to see Anne sad while Dante was out there fooling around.

With too many inquiring eyes around, some matters were not suitable to be discussed in front of so many people.

Meryl gave Dante a look, signaling for him to follow her outside.

In the corridor, Meryl got straight to the point. “If you don’t love Anne, just let her go. She’s already drafted the divorce papers. Why not sign them?”

Dante lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. “You women don’t understand men’s minds.”

Meryl thought Dante was being a bit pretentious. Why couldn’t he just say what he meant directly instead of being so secretive?

“Can’t you just say what’s on your mind? Do you know that Anne is preg…”

“Dante.”

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman who had just sat beside Dante emerged.