Chapter 33 My Wife

He thought to himself, "So she's trying to grab my attention. with this little stunt? Hoping I'll be curious enough to call her back?

Not a bad plan, huh?"

Meanwhile, Meryl was blissfully unaware that her phone had auto-dialed Dalton while she was busy shopping.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her new husband,

Chandler, had an almost ethereal quality about him, as if he

belonged to another world entirely.

To bring him down to earth a bit, she handed him the

responsibility of pushing the shopping cart.

With deft hands, Meryl navigated the aisles of household goods while Chandler quietly followed her lead. To any casual observer, they looked like a perfectly harmonious couple. Suddenly, Chandler's phone buzzed, breaking the moment.

He paused, glancing in the direction Meryl had gone, and answered the call.

On the other end, the noise was overwhelming..

chatter. "Chandler! Didn't you say you were getting hitched today? The party's all set up, where's your bride?" Chandler frowned, his gaze drifting back to Meryl, who was stretching on her tiptoes to reach a large bottle of laundry detergent from

high, and she struggled a bit, her long hair

replied quietly, "It's too crowded. I don't

"Come on, we're not monsters! You're acting like you're guarding a treasure. It's a celebration, and the main event is missing!" Chandler stayed silent, pushing the cart

grabbed

around, her face lighting up with gratitude as she smiled at

just smirked, not saying a word,

out two steaks and tossed them into the

voice blared through the phone again. "Chandler, are you even listening? Where are you?

"Just out shopping with my wife. You guys have fun; put

flushed when she heard him say "with my

"Who was he talking to? A

asked, breaking

replied,

Chandler said, leaning casually against the cart as a

frowned slightly. "But isn't cooking chicken a bit

gaze fell

a moment too long on

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