Chapter 79 Help You Recall It
Chandler paused. He had just finished his meal and was about to check his emails on his laptop on the sofa. Unexpectedly, Meryl’s sudden act caught him off guard. Her soft arms wrapped around Chandler’s neck. She sat very close to him.
He swallowed hard, caught off guard as he met Meryl’s reddened gaze. He frowned with a mix of confusion and deep concern. “What’s wrong? Who has upset you?”
Meryl tilted her face upward, mimicking how Chandler had kissed her before, gently closing her eyes to kiss him. Chandler found this behavior from Meryl too strange and turned his head to avoid the kiss. He had a gut feeling that something serious had happened. With a grave expression and a restless feeling, Chandler asked, “What happened? Is Dalton bullying you again? Tell me. I’ll stand up for you.”
Meryl was startled when Chandler dodged her kiss. She felt like someone had doused her with cold water, her heart chilled. She thought to herself, “It’s over. The rival must be too formidable. Chandler is even ready to stay loyal to that woman.”
Stubbornly, she tilted her head back, wrapped her arms around Chandler’s neck, and straddled his lap. “Chandler, I’m your wife. If you have desires, you can tell me.” Meryl tightly clutched his collar with her smooth hands, pulling him close to her. “But if you’re being unfaithful, how are you any different from that scoundrel Dalton? If you don’t want me as your wife anymore, just tell me in advance. I can make you two be together.”
Meryl had never initiated a kiss with a man before. During the seven years with Dalton, she always followed him around. Dalton never truly cared for her, and naturally, he never slept with her. So, Meryl learned how to kiss only after marrying Chandler. But she was far from proficient, her lips clumsily bumping against Chandler’s, pulling away and then touching without any real technique. Yet this rusty kissing stirred a deep desire in Chandler, and a dark feeling began to build within him.
Meryl panicked. Having been abandoned before and just after enjoying a few days of peace, the thought of someone trying to steal Chandler away filled her mind with strategies to win him back. She was quite satisfied with her life now. But she hadn’t expected that Chandler, merely away on a business trip for a few days, might already be seeing someone else, which made her anxious. Anne had once said that men and women are different. Men had sex needs, which were particularly significant to them. So, Meryl guessed the problem must be there. She was completely oblivious to how intimate their position was.
Chandler’s eyes darkened. Suddenly, he took control by grabbing Meryl’s head and entwining his lips tightly with hers, deepening their kiss. After the kiss ended, Chandler whispered against her nose, “Being unfaithful? Mrs. Aniston, where did you get that idea?”
Meryl tightened her hands on Chandler’s collar, and in one swift motion, she ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew off, exposing his broad chest. From his collarbone, numerous pink and deep purple hickeys crisscrossed, evidence of fierce sex.
Meryl frowned. “Then what is this?”
“Mrs. Aniston, you’re quite the violent one, aren’t you?” Chandler said with a smile, looking down at his torn shirt.
Meryl paused, her cheeks flushing as she saw Chandler’s muscular chest. Chandler thought Meryl was just embarrassed, so he pretended to forget everything about the previous day’s events upon waking up, not mentioning a word about it. She didn’t mention it, and he didn’t say much either, considering a man being dominated and kissed by a woman wasn’t exactly dignified. But he hadn’t expected she actually didn’t remember, still thinking these were marks left by another woman.
“Do you really not remember?” Chandler’s smile was somewhat teasing. “Isn’t this from last night when you drank too much and had me under you, marking me with your bites, Mrs. Aniston?”
Meryl was utterly shocked. Chandler grasped Meryl’s chin with one hand, forcing her to look up into his eyes. His gaze narrowed. “Shall I help you recall it?”