Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 704 Watch on Her

"Awake?" Chandler opened his eyes to see Meryl lying in bed, scrolling through her phone. His gaze softened instantly. "You're still recovering from childbirth. Too much screen time isn't good for your eyes. What do you feel like eating? I'll make it for you." "No need." Meryl put her phone aside and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

Chandler quickly reached out to help her, but she subtly avoided his hand. He froze for a moment, clearly taken aback. "Meryl..."

"I'm not as fragile as you think," Walking toward the bathroom, Meryl added calmly. "It's been days since I gave birth. I don't need someone to hold my hand every step of the way anymore." Her words carried a hidden rebuke-when she truly needed him, he wasn't there. Chandler lowered his gaze, guilt flashing in his eyes. But he

quickly set those feelings aside and turned toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When Meryl came out after freshening up, she saw Chandler busy in the kitchen but didn't react much. She drew the curtains, changed into clean clothes, and took out her medical acupuncture from the drawer.

It was time to treat Felix. He had been seriously injured-barely pulled back from the brink of death-and his body was still

weak.

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Hearing the noise, Chandler turned off the stove and walked out. "Where are you going, Meryl?" he asked, puzzled, seeing her heading toward the door.

"I'm going to give Felix his medical acupuncture," she replied without hesitation.

Chandler paused for a few seconds, a faint tightness settling in his chest.

Meryl turned her head slightly and added, "He saved my life, Chandler. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

The words hit Chandler with an unsettling sense of familiarity. He pressed his lips together, feeling like the weight of those words had rebounded onto him.

As Meryl was about to step out, Chandler quickly said, "Why the rush? At least have breakfast first. I made your favorite..."

"No need." Meryl's voice was calm yet distant, cutting him off.

"How could you not? You're still in recovery, and diet is important." Chandler stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "Even if you need to do medical acupuncture, it doesn't have to be this very second." "I'll eat in Felix's room." Meryl looked up and met his gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We already planned it yesterday. He's making me soup-it should be ready by now." Chapter 704 Watch on Her

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eyes locked, but Meryl's expression remained composed. In truth, the soup was a lie. Felix was the

deeply. He froze, his reaction almost imperceptible. The hurt in his eyes grew quickly,

hadn't intended to hurt him this way. But over the past weeks, she had experienced that very same

much it hurt unless he

peripheral vision caught the glimmer of moisture in his eyes, and her hand instinctively tightened around the hem of her sleeve. Her nails dug into her palm. She couldn't allow herself to feel sorry for him. She thought, "When he hurt me,

footsteps retreat as if he'd gone back to his room. Meryl bit her lip and, with one hand supporting her waist, slowly made her way

faster this time. Chandler caught up and

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then gently placed a knit

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tone, as though the

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you."

Chandler's hair. The once-proud man now looked so thin, his figure seeming almost

inexplicable frustration rising in her chest. She quickly looked away, hastily pressing the elevator button. When the

through the corridor as Chandler stood still, his eyes following her retreating figure. The elevator doors slid shut, sealing the distance between them. Even after the elevator left, Chandler didn't look

every time I walked away. I have never intended to hurt her, yet

voice interrupted from behind

labor soon," Walter reported. "Her injuries were too severe, and with the pregnancy,

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remained composed. In truth, the soup was a lie. Felix was the last person who'd know

the words cut Chandler deeply. He froze, his reaction almost imperceptible. The hurt in his eyes grew quickly, and then his

soup might get cold." Meryl hadn't intended to hurt him this way. But over the past weeks, she had experienced that very same pain from him

"How would he know how much it

lightly against him as she did. Her peripheral vision caught the glimmer of moisture in his eyes, and her hand instinctively tightened around the hem of her sleeve. Her nails dug into her palm. She couldn't allow herself to feel sorry for

if he'd gone back to his room. Meryl bit her lip and, with one hand

she heard his footsteps again, faster this time.

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a knit hat on her