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.

find myself held close in his arms,

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

that she momentarily forgot

lips had been parted, and his shirt under her hands was crumpled beyond recognition. Feeling like she had been startled, Meryl didn't even glance at him on the sofa. She pushed him away

touched his lips with his fingers, still relishing

he got Dante's text:

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

so fast? Are

Cally drunk?]

the closed door

grew wider, and after a few

topic took Dante

kidding? Drunk and dreaming about the government assigning you a wife?]

for a full

He texted: [Meryl?]

Chandler replied: [Yeah.]

[What were you

woman alone at night, drunk,

wicked, not saying much

reminding you to

Dante was speechless.

guessed Chandler, up in the middle of the night,

he

having closed her door, Meryl felt her

lay in bed, taking deep breaths for

calm down.