Chapter 29 What Had I Just Done

Lydia clenched her fists and pressed her lips.

She knew all too well that with Dalton's personality, the

suspicion would only deepen once he started doubting if she didn't come clean.

"Dalton, I just wanted to get some photos taken by the

paparazzi. I had no idea it would escalate to TV reporters and blow up like this."

Dalton was fond of Lydia and had even considered marrying her despite his family's objections.

But feeling manipulated into this situation forced him, which was something Dalton found hard to accept.

Being pushed forward against his will inevitably made him rebellious.

Seeing the grim look on Dalton's face, Lydia reached for hist hand. "Dalton, I just really want to be with you."

Dalton didn't respond and kept walking.

"Dalton?" When Lydia saw him avoid her touch, her eyes quickly reddened.

Only then did Dalton turn to look at her, his voice tinged with helplessness. "Aren't we supposed to hold

to hold a press

are ready. You

Lydia was

and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his

want to stand by your side, Dalton. I'll take the blame, but

care about myself, but I can't bear to

years Lydia had spent with him, enduring silently, Dalton suddenly felt a deep sympathy

selfish. All because Lydia

Meryl had never schemed

looked down, his eyes filled

license the next morning, Meryl couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, she suddenly heard the sound of

at the time. It was already half past midnight. She wondered, "Was it

just reached the hallway when the door opened

over the threshold and unexpectedly fell into

unprepared for

eyes widened

of masculine hormones filled her as his nose brushed against her cheek,

them with a thud, stopping the light from the

the only sounds were his heavy breathing and the subtle brushing of his nose against her

head slightly, and her lips accidentally brushed

a shock through her body, her heartbeat pounding

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