Chapter 11 Having a Concussion

The rain made it hard for Dalton to see clearly, and before he could make out the license plate, the car drove away.

Lydia caught up with him, umbrella in hand. "Dalton, what's wrong?"

He turned back to her, and she quickly held the umbrella over him, leaving herself exposed to the rain. In that moment, he saw a flash of Meryl's old selflessness in her actions. Meryl used to do such things, too.

Shaking his head, he thought, "Why am I thinking about Meryl? I don't even love her."

Seeing Lydia shivering, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"Do you think Meryl is really serious about calling off the engagement?" she asked quietly.

"Not a chance," Dalton said, pulling her closer.

"Meryl's just trying to get my attention. She can't stay away from me for long."

"But she seemed so angry tonight," Lydia murmured, biting her lip. "Maybe you should call her and see where she went?"

head dismissively. "There's no need. She'll come

the one to call

relationship, she was always the one to reach out, no matter who

one who always apologized, and he was used to

weather was

sky, making it seem

bedside of the unconscious woman and spoke softly, "Ms. Stone has a concussion. The doctor said.

tightened as he kept his

was cut by porcelain shards. The treatment was delayed, so the scar might be permanent, but the bone is fine." Chandler's face was unreadable, but

defeated. Though her soaked clothes had been changed, her thin

pale face was

have hurt

but before lighting it, he decided against it, not wanting to affect Meryl. "Mr. Paltrow is still waiting for you," Walter reminded him softly, checking the time. "If you don't go, they're

I'm

down by the bed. "I'm

about to say something when Chandler's phone

in her sleep, and

leaving without a word? People will

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