Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 31 Same Last Name

Chandler's deep, resonant voice broke through the quiet. "Are you awake?"

Meryl paused for a heartbeat, took a steadying breath, and walked over to open the door.

When she did, she was met with the striking face of the man standing before her.

Chandler was dressed sharply in a classic white shirt and black slacks, his bowtie adding an air of elegance that took. her breath away.

He looked like he had stepped right out of a glossy magazine.

Their eyes locked, and Chandler swallowed, his gaze lingering on Meryl's red lips. "Come out for breakfast."

Meryl instinctively lowered her gaze, thinking, "He seems completely unfazed.

So, he must not remember... our kiss last night?

True, how many people actually remember their drunken. escapades?"

A wave of relief washed over her as she followed Chandler

into the dining area.

The breakfast laid out was nothing fancy-a simple plate of spaghetti with eggs-but somehow, even the way he ate seemed to elevate the meal to a fine dining experience. She mused, "There's no staff in the house, so he must've made this himself.

Here I am, sleeping on his turf, waking up later than

the one cooking for me.

Meryl hesitated, looking up at him. "From now

breakfast is on me."

his fork as if he had anticipated her

our home,

""Our home?"

Meryl's heart skipped.

shiver of warmth through her, like

still waters of

really have a place

toward her. His movement was casual yet confident. "I don't want you to be too thin." Meryl bit her lip and

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instinctively started to clear the table, but Chandler gently

that. A

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meat on

her

I still don't know your

the buttons of hist coat as he fastened the last one before turning back to

her wrist as if he meant

process what was happening, their fingers intertwined, his warmth enveloping

lifted her eyes to meet his, only to

"Chandler Aniston, your husband."

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