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?"

"There's no need. She'll come around

the one

the one to reach

apologized, and he was used to

weather was ominous and

it seem

woman and spoke softly, "Ms. Stone has a concussion. The doctor said. she might need to stay in the hospital

as he kept his eyes on Meryl's

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

her soaked clothes had been changed, her thin frame

her pale

must have hurt a

decided against it, not wanting to affect Meryl. "Mr. Paltrow is still waiting

I'm not

the bed. "I'm staying here

was about to say

Meryl, who was restless in her sleep, and stepped

Paltrow's voice boomed through the phone. "Chandler, what's the deal with you leaving without a word?

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