Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 147 Don't Ignore Me

"Dalton, why were you in the bathroom for so long?" Lydia composed herself and walked out of the stairwell.

She had bumped her forehead on the corner of the table, and the back of her hand was scalded red.

Although the wound was treated, the white bandage wrapped around her forehead made her face appear fragile and pitiful.

Dalton didn't look at her, lost in his own thoughts.

"Dalton, I was wrong. Please don't ignore me, okay?"

Tears filled Lydia's eyes as she reached for Dalton's hand, accidentally revealing her scalded hand.

"I shouldn't have argued with you at the Aniston Villa. I apologize." Lydia looked down, tears steadily falling.

She couldn't cry too harshly as it wouldn't look good, nor could she just make empty threats. It had to seem genuine, and this was just right.

This tactic had never failed her before. Lydia counted to three in

her mind.

By the fourth second, Dalton moved.

Chapter 147 Don't Ignore Me He lifted his hand to wipe her tears.

Lydia secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Dalton.

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The way she hugged him was calculated. She rested her head against his chest, close to his heart, and subtly shifted to let her hair lightly brush against his sensitive throat.

argue with you. It was Meryl. She always claimed to love

Dalton's expression. Seeing his face turn

because of Meryl. She staged this whole scene

around, and Lydia seized the moment to wrap

you distance yourself from me, she wins, Dalton. We came together because we liked each

fell silent, finding reason in Lydia's

completely controlled the

his attention.

Lydia was his wife, the one who had awakened him

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the cello seemed a bit different," Dalton suddenly

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became anxious, but she quickly recovered and smiled at

Isn't it the same piece as

"Your technique has improved, but it seemed less

our wedding, such a sacred moment,

felt that

to falter was understandable. Dalton gently held Lydia, not thinking

doubts bubbled up in Lydia's

thought, "It was the same piece, yet how did Meryl

much I practiced, something felt

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on a bench in the hallway, staring blankly into

her eyes devoid of any

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for you. Why did you come here without saying anything?" Meryl asked. Anne's face was pale. "I saw

became gloomy. "Where are they