Chapter 95 Your Uncle’s Wife
Ethan was such a pain, whining over the tiniest scratch.
By the time they left the hospital, it was already eight o’clock at night. Ethan offered to take Meryl out for dinner, but she politely refused, saying it was too late.
Later, he drove her home. On the way, he said, “Just think about it. If you pretend to be my girlfriend, we can drive Dalton crazy. Don’t you think?”
Without saying a word, she turned to look out the window. Meryl watched as the streetlights blurred into long yellow streaks under the speeding car. A gentle breeze blew in, making the loose strands of her hair dance and tangle with the seatbelt across her chest.
Meryl turned to look at Ethan, whose disheveled hair was tousled by the wind, giving his roguishly handsome face a surprisingly gentle look. She said, “I remember saying I’d rather team up with Chandler than act with you. Not only could I infuriate Dalton, but I could also become your elder.”
Ethan frowned, “I’ll give you that you’re good-looking, but Chandler is known for not being into women!”
Meryl wondered, “He’s not into women? Then who kept me up all night yesterday?”
The memory of last night made Meryl’s knees feel weak, and her ears blushed a light pink. She gently caressed her cheek, and as they approached her neighborhood, she lowered her head to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Ethan asked curiously, “Even if you are after Chandler, how do you plan to get close to him when he’s so aloof?”
Meryl replied, “I’m his employee now. We spend a lot of time together. Opportunities will come up. So, be ready to pull off your big stunt!”
With that, she opened the car door and got out. Ethan quietly watched her walk away and then suddenly smiled, “Meryl, if you fail, you might want to reconsider me.”
She knew for sure that she and Ethan were a no-go. Dealing with Dalton was already a headache. She didn’t want to deal with another problem. Besides, Ethan’s persistent pursuit didn’t seem just to spite Dalton; Ethan might have other intentions.
Meryl shook her head, deciding to nip these inappropriate thoughts in the bud. She pretended not to understand what he said and looked at Ethan with a smile. “Get ready to see me become your uncle’s wife.”
Ethan’s eyes widened for a moment, and then he chuckled, “I thought you were just trying to cozy up to my uncle and take advantage of his power, but it turns out you actually want to marry him.”
Meryl simply smiled but didn’t say anything further. She turned and walked into the building.
The neighborhood was unusually quiet tonight, and the elevator was empty. Meryl pressed the button to open the door. Just as she stepped inside, a shadow quickly slipped in right behind her.
She was startled and looked at the newcomer in surprise. “Dalton? Are you following me?”
As soon as Dalton entered the elevator, he grabbed Meryl’s wrist. He stepped forward, forcefully cornering Meryl in the elevator. Dalton seemed to have been drinking. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted from him, and his intense eyes were now tinged with a red haze.
Before Meryl could react, she suddenly felt a tight grip around her waist. Dalton unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Meryl was instantly shocked and immediately tried to push him away. “Let go of me!” She instinctively struggled, reaching for the emergency button in the elevator.
But Dalton seemed to have anticipated her move and quickly grabbed her hand. Meryl’s hand was pressed against the cold elevator wall while the inside of her wrist felt the burning heat of Dalton’s palm.
He leaned in closer, and his warm lips brushed against her hair.