Chapter 368 He Couldn't Bear It

Dalton jumped. He landed awkwardly, twisting his ankle, but he just ignored the pain.

He limped toward the separate house where Chandler lived.

It was late, the night eerily quiet, and no one was around to stop. him.

He saw a soft light glowing from one of the rooms and approached slowly.

Then, he heard it. It was gentle, faint moans from a woman.

The sound was soft, alluring, and stirred something deep inside him.

He recognized it as Meryl's voice.

Dalton's body trembled. He could imagine the scene unfolding behind that door. There was something passionate, something intimate.

He thought, "Uncle Chandler must be enjoying himself, right?

He's possessing her, tasting her beauty. Uncle Chandler must be over the moon."

Dalton regretted it.

hadn't held onto those moral principles

He Couldn't Bear

pulsing at

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why, but despite knowing what was happening inside, he couldn't stop himself from coming

face, he suddenly started pounding on the door violently as if he wanted to break it down. He knew if he didn't make them stop, he'd lose his mind if he had to hear

inside

and slid off Chandler, instinctively pulling the blanket over herself, leaving

the door,

one should be disturbing them. Chandler quickly guessed who was

smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he pulled Meryl tightly into his

against his chest, her body trembling slightly. She could hear his deep, raspy voice whispering, "Ignore it. Let's continue." His chest

the steady thumping

together, forced so close, made her realize

expected Chandler to be so indulgent, wanting to continue even with someone

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she whispered softly.

it is."

anyone had heard the earlier sounds, but the thought

Though they'd already tangled multiple times

exhausted, but he seemed in

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