Chapter 530 She Likes Me!
The moment Chandler saw Meryl, he pulled her into his arms. After a business dinner that kept him out late, he’d finally made it home past midnight. Now, holding the woman he’d been yearning for all day, Chandler felt an overwhelming sense of contentment.
He was already having regrets. It had only been one day, and he couldn’t bear being apart from her. If he’d known it would be like this, he never would have agreed to let her move into the orchestra building.
“I just wanted to take a quick peek at you. I’ll be out of your hair in a flash. Didn’t mean to wake you, did I?”
“Not at all.”
They stood embracing outside the orchestra building, lost in their world. Meryl never expected Chandler would come looking for her so late at night. It made her feel special, knowing he cared this much.
They were so wrapped up in each other that neither noticed someone watching them from behind a large tree fifty meters away.
Felix pressed his tongue against his cheek, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Unable to sleep due to his aching shoulder wound, he’d asked Philip to wheel him outside for some fresh air. He wouldn’t have thought they’d stumble upon such a scene after just stepping out.
Felix fingered the dagger at his waist, toying with it casually in his hands. He asked with feigned indifference, “Philip, what does it mean when a woman keeps a man’s handkerchief on her at all times?”
Philip pondered for a few seconds before answering, “I guess it means she’s interested in the guy!”
Felix, with a cigarette between his lips, nearly choked on the smoke at Philip’s response.
“So, Meryl has a thing for me, huh?”
Tonight, she had used the handkerchief he’d given her days ago to bandage his shoulder wound. Felix had frozen for a moment when he saw Meryl casually pull out that handkerchief.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Felix tugged at his collar and continued, “If she’s interested in me, then why did she refuse when I asked her to sleep with me?”
Philip lost his words. He instinctively wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, worried that his previous answer might have somehow displeased Felix.
After a few seconds, Philip reluctantly ventured, “Maybe… she’s just shy?”
Felix glared at the embracing couple across the way. “If she’s interested in me, why is she getting cozy with another guy?”
Hearing the edge in Felix’s voice, Philip completely clammed up. He dropped his head, playing deaf and dumb.
Meryl stood quietly, still in her nightgown. Her long hair cascaded down, a few strands resting on her shoulders, with her slender calves peeking out from beneath the hem. Despite being pregnant, there wasn’t an ounce of bulk on her frame. She looked more like a college student than an expecting mother.
Felix furrowed his brow, staring at the couple for a long time. “Tell me, am I any less than Chandler?”
Philip immediately responded, “Mr. Powell, you’re not less than him in any way!”
“We’ve both done time, our experiences are so similar.” Felix stubbed out his cigarette and lowered his eyes, putting away his knife. “So her thing with Chandler must be just for show. Why else would she suddenly move to the orchestra? Isn’t it because she knows Powell Manor is next door, to be closer to me?”
Felix couldn’t help but smile.
Over there, after their brief embrace, Meryl headed back to the orchestra alone. If a woman really cares about a man, she’d watch his car drive away before going inside. But she didn’t.
Felix stared at Meryl’s retreating figure.
“She offered to treat my leg just to spend more time with me.”
“Moving to the orchestra was to get away from her current man, avoid seeing him every day.”
“She refused to sleep with me because she’s worried I’d lose interest after getting her. Classic playing hard to get.”
Felix’s lips tightened, his usually cold voice suddenly taking on an unexpected gentleness.
“I’m just now realizing how much she likes me.”