Chapter 322 Answer

Watching them standing there like a perfect couple, Dalton’s eyes reddened with tears. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming sense of shame.

Since the villa needed some cleaning up, John stayed behind.

Meryl gently tugged on Chandler’s hand. “It’s getting late. Let’s go home.”

Chandler nodded, and they left together, not sparing Dalton a glance.

Dalton watched helplessly as they walked away, disappearing from sight. He wanted to move, to go after them, but it felt like his feet were weighed down with lead. He didn’t even dare to try.

He felt like his heart had been crushed into a million pieces, the pain so intense it left him weak and trembling. He thought, “They are a family now, an inseparable husband and wife. And me? I’m nothing. I’m just an ex, a fool. Even after saving Meryl from Rocky, I couldn’t get her to look at me, not even once.”

Dalton couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t believe it. He thought, “Was the woman who once chased after me really done with me? We had loved each other once, hadn’t we?”

Dalton’s eyes burned as he watched Chandler and Meryl get into the car, about to drive away. He sprinted forward, throwing himself in front of the vehicle. He stared at Dalton.

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Dalton walked to the passenger side, enduring the searing pain in his finger as he tried to open the door, but it was locked from the inside.

“Do you really not love me anymore? Meryl, what do I have to do to make you look at me again?” His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice cracked before he could finish, choking back a sob.

Dalton had never humbled himself like this for anyone. Meryl was the first. He knew deep down that if he didn’t do something now, they might really be over for good.

Seven years of love, of growing up together—could that really be less than what Chandler had built in just a few months? Dalton refused to believe it. He needed to hear Meryl say she didn’t love him anymore before he could let go.

“Meryl, if I get rid of Lydia, will you come back to me? Please?” Dalton’s voice broke on the last word, almost begging. A tear slipped down his cheek.

Who would have thought that one day, Dalton would be this desperately clinging to someone?

From inside the car, Meryl looked at him with a distant gaze. Their eyes met—hers cold and detached, his pleading. The icy car door stood as an unyielding barrier between them.

Dalton ignored Chandler’s murderous glare from the driver’s seat and pressed on. “Meryl, I will give up everything in the Aniston family for you. As long as you nod, I’ll take you away, far from here.”

Sensing this, Chandler quickly grasped her hand.

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When Meryl turned to him, she was surprised to see a flicker of anxiety in his expression. She thought, “Is he afraid I might actually go with Dalton?”

Her lips tightened, and she was amused by the thought that someone like Chandler could feel fear.

Outside, Dalton waited anxiously for her reply.

Inside, Meryl tightened her grip on Chandler’s hand, their fingers interlocking.

“What are you waiting for? Why aren’t you driving?” Meryl tilted her head, her tone almost innocent. “You promised to cook for me, Chandler. Or are you planning to skip out on that?”

Chandler was taken aback. He then smiled and affectionately ruffled her hair. “Of course not. Whatever you want, I’ll cook it for you.”

With that, the car engine roared to life, and Meryl didn’t spare Dalton another glance. The answer was clear.

Dalton stumbled back, his face drained of color, and he looked as if his soul had been ripped away. He watched helplessly as the car drove away. Defeated, he sank to his knees.