Chapter 732 So Be It

Giving birth had not been a pleasant one for Meryl. In fact, it had left her with lingering trauma.

Some memories take time to heal, and this was one of them.

When Meryl said she didn’t want to have another child, Chandler felt a sharp pang of discomfort.

She had been willing to bear Dalton’s child, but now she didn’t

want one with him.

The thought weighed heavily on his heart.

He took a moment to reflect. Perhaps Meryl was still upset with

him.

His original intention in marrying her had been to keep the woman he loved close, to cherish and protect her.

But now, his absence during her time of greatest need had strained their relationship to the point where she no longer wanted to have his child.

Chandler sighed and said, “Alright, if you don’t want to have a child right now, we won’t rush into it.”

He pulled Meryl close, pressing her against his chest in a tight embrace.

“I still have some work to finish. Stay with me while I take care of it.”

He opened his laptop and gestured for Meryl to sit on the sofa.

Exhausted from the stress of finally having her son back, Meryl felt her energy drain away.

She curled up on the sofa, her eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

Before long, Meryl’s phone on the table buzzed with a new

message.

Chandler glanced over and saw that Meryl had fallen asleep. He gently covered her with a blanket.

As he did, his eyes flicked to her phone screen.

It was a message from Anne: [Not bad. You’re planning to leave…]

The rest of the message was cut off.

Chandler had a sinking feeling in his chest. He looked down at Meryl’s peaceful sleeping face, his expression clouded with

unease.

Lightly brushing his fingers over her brow, he whispered, “Meryl, what are you planning?”

When Meryl woke up, she was surprised to find that it was already morning.

was of

was not in the room.

she prepared to get

* “Awake?”

voice came from behind

her head, meeting his deep, intense

were firmly fixed on her waist, and their bodies were closely

her acutely aware of the very

She tried to

her tightly, and there was no

escape.

rested on her neck, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a warm, humid

early; sleep a little

ticklish, and

“Where’s

softly. “I had the nanny take him to

pursed her lips,

carried to bed at some point. She recalled feeling cold and then warmth as she ` instinctively moved closer

someone whispering in her ear,

had thought it was a dream, but now she realized it had

silence, Meryl spoke, “Chandler, let me go. I want to check on

swapped the child back and now needed to take

by her side would she feel at ease.

“Is the baby more

Why did he suddenly become

his own son?”

to face him directly. “Don’t you like

Chandler had barely looked at the baby

busy with work to spare a moment

come in, he had only glanced at

question, Chandler narrowed his eyes.

I say I like a child who isn’t even mine?”

waited for his response, but when

grew.

the subject. “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll make it for you. The baby

headed to the bathroom, her lips pressed together.

could a father not like his

overthinking

gone to bed early the

It

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was doing in Havenbrook, and Anne replied: [Not bad.

held the phone and replied: [Yes, I will

message, Chandler emerged from the

phone, he leaned over and asked, “Meryl, where

off guard, and

quickly locked her phone. She knew he had discovered her

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