Chapter 75 Say Something Wrong

Ethan nodded vaguely. “Yeah, that’s true. I even asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend…”

He stopped midway, sensing Chandler’s increasingly cold gaze. Ethan shivered suddenly, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He wondered, “Did I say something wrong?”

Chandler’s fine brows were slightly furrowed, his voice cold and harsh as he said, “The female employees of the president’s office at Galaxy Holdings Group are forbidden to date.”

He spoke emotionlessly, “No matchmaking either.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chandler picked up Meryl and left the private room.

Ethan stood there dazed, taking a long while to regain his composure.

He thought, “What’s going on? Galaxy Holdings Group, such a human-centered company, is a benchmark in the industry; when did they come up with such a bizarre rule? I’ve never heard of this. No dating, no matchmaking, isn’t that a bit extreme?”

Chandler held Meryl as they got into the car. He looked gloomy throughout the ride.

He thought, “I was only away on a business trip for a few days, and my newlywed bride ran off to meet my nephew for a matchmaking date. And she got herself drunk in front of a stranger she had only met once. She’s really getting bold. How could she be so unguarded? What if she had encountered a bad person?”

She in his arms lay quietly in his embrace, completely unaware of the jealousy on his face, even snuggling closer to his chest.

Chandler frowned, gently pinched her at the most sensitive spot on her waist, his teeth clenched as he said, “Meryl, you better have a good explanation for this.”

Meryl nuzzled her face against Chandler, finding a comfortable spot, and slept very peacefully.

While driving the car, Walter sped up to 180, wishing only to quickly get these two home and away from the trouble. He thought, “Help me. It feels like I’m becoming a useless third wheel…” Even though Chandler was clearly upset, Walter felt superfluous.

Meryl’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, showing no signs of waking.

Suddenly, Chandler leaned down, his face inching closer to hers, almost touching her lips.

Her lips were plump and glossy, slightly parted. Chandler’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he grasped her chin.

Just then, the car smoothly parked in the garage.

Walter didn’t dare look back, wishing he could be invisible. “Mr. Aniston, we’re here.”

Chandler grunted in response and got out of the car with Meryl in his arms.

Unexpectedly, she, in his arms, suddenly opened her eyes.

Meryl looked around with a bit of confusion, her gaze settling on Chandler’s face after a while.

She paused and then threw herself into Chandler’s arms. Her voice was coquettish and sweet, with a bit of drunken clinginess.

“Honey! You’re back from your trip!”

Chandler was speechless.

Walter watched, dumbfounded.

Chandler froze, Meryl’s head resting against his chest, her words tender, almost coquettish.

“Why did you take so long to come back?”

Meryl swayed slightly, a bit unsteady on her feet, her feet fumbling.

But her cheeks remained firmly against Chandler’s chest, her eyes brimming with a blurry innocence.

Chandler’s back was rigid.

The jealousy and anger that had surged in his heart just now had completely vanished.

His mind was filled with the image of Meryl looking up and calling him honey.

She was so soft and endearing. He just wanted to hold her tight and have her.

Chandler wanted to be mad at Meryl.

But she had called him honey.