Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 30 Lying on My Bed

Meryl pressed her lips, startled by the address as if struck by lightning.

But then again, she recalled they going to get their marriage license tomorrow, so it seemed appropriate. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Chandler spoke slowly, "Are you staying up late waiting for me?" Meryl didn't respond, helping him to sit down on the sofa.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, the normally reserved man seemed less aggressive and oddly puppy-like.

She thought, "Puppy-like?"

The thought had barely formed before Meryl dismissed it.

"Want some water?" Meryl crouched in front of him, looking up at him. "Shall I get you one?"

He closed his eyes, unresponsive, as if about to fall asleep.

After waiting a moment without a reply, Meryl turned to leave, but suddenly, he reached out his hand from behind, gripping her neck and pulling her back. Caught off guard, Meryl fell to her one knee on his lap.

Then, before she could react, he pressed his forehead against hers.

Their eyes met, and Meryl's heart raced, pounding as if it would burst from her chest.

The drunken Chandler exuded an aggressive demeanor.

His breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, washed over her face.

As time ticked by, just when Meryl began to relax, the next second, he pressed his burning lips against hers.

Meryl felt as if she were in a dream.

I now find myself held close in his

she sat on his lap, his hand supporting her waist, pulling her tightly

surprised that she momentarily forgot to

been startled, Meryl didn't even glance at him on the sofa. She pushed him away and ran into

his lips with his fingers, still relishing

got Dante's text: [Got home

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

so

Cally drunk?]

the

and after a few

sudden shift in topic took Dante a moment to

about the government assigning you a wife?] Chandler's message oozed smugness: [You're right. My bride is currently in my room, lying on

for

He texted: [Meryl?]

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

were you two doing in

[A man and a woman alone at night, drunk, what do you

was wicked, not saying much

just reminding you to

Dante was speechless.

Chandler, up in the middle of the night, wasn't just chatting without a

"Turns out he was eyeing

her door, Meryl

in bed, taking deep breaths for a long while, trying

calm down.