Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 721

Chapter 721 A Fool

Chandler, unwilling to bruise his own pride as a man, kept the reason to himself. Dalton, still dazed and confused, couldn't figure it out completely, but he had a vague sense that it had something to do with Meryl.

Realizing he had taken the beating because of Meryl, Dalton suddenly felt great. He even leaned his face toward Chandler. "Go ahead, Uncle Chandler! Hit me right here! Even if you beat me to death, I'd still like Meryl!"

Looking at Dalton's smug, almost masochistic expression, Chandler abruptly stopped mid-swing. He wondered, "Did I just throw two punches only for this bastard to actually enjoy it?"

Chandler then let go of Dalton. With the sudden loss of restraint, Dalton's body went limp like a boneless ragdoll and collapsed back onto the couch. Chandler shot him a glare before turning to leave.

As he watched Chandler's dejected figure disappearing into the distance, Dalton suddenly realized- something was wrong between Chandler and Meryl.

Dalton pondered, "Judging by the way Uncle Chandler looked, it's probably serious. But what exactly happened?"

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It was already late when Chandler finally got home. Inside the bedroom, Meryl heard him moving around outside. He had been gone all day, yet she hadn't once picked up the phone to check on him.

Right then, a sharp, crashing noise broke the silence. She immediately sat up in bed and got up to see what was going on. The moment she opened the door, her eyes landed on Chandler's hand-his palm was covered in fresh, dripping blood, staining his skin red. At his feet lay the shattered remains of a glass cup. The lights in the living room were off, but Meryl figured he had probably been trying to pour himself some water and accidentally knocked the glass over. Startled, she turned to grab the first aid kit, frowning as she asked, "Why are you so clumsy?"

As she got closer to Chandler, the strong scent of alcohol immediately hit her. He had been drinking-and judging by the heavy smell, he hadn't stopped at just one or two.

was foggy, his thoughts a mess-maybe because he had something weighing on him, something that

him. Just yesterday, she had been cold and distant toward him, yet

shards embedded in his palm before disinfecting

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past 1 a.m. Chandler rarely came home

before asking, "Who were

Chandler's voice was low and distant, carrying a

frustration. "Just

than just the cuts on his palm from the shattered glass-his knuckles were scraped too. It was obvious

picking fights. Meryl glanced at

shirt undone. His deep-set eyes carried a hazy look,

feeling inexplicably stifled. Guessing that Chandler wasn't in the best mood, she didn't push further and quietly cleaned up his

out of nowhere, Chandler spoke up,

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me?" As he said this, he didn't look at her. Instead, he rested a hand over his eyes, as if

hadn't thought there was anything that needed to be said, yet now, she wondered if she was wrong. She studied him seriously for a moment before asking, "What am

beat

mention of the baby immediately put Meryl on edge. "Is something

update, but there had been no response. Now, with Chandler gone the entire day, a nagging

in Meryl's chest. Seeing the worry in her eyes so clearly, Chandler lowered his

"It's late. I'll let you get some rest." With that, he turned and walked

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sat there, stunned, watching his retreating figure. Something about him felt off-she could sense it, but she couldn't quite put her

whole heart. Not only did he personally cook for her, but he also made sure the house felt warm and cozy, all to help her recover