Chapter 233 The Fireworks
The waiter searched for the name on the computer again. “There is indeed a customer with the surname Aniston, but they have already finished their meal and left not long ago. Sir, didn’t you see them when you came in?”
Dalton was stunned, wondering if he had missed them.
He pivoted around and walked out without hesitation.
However, outside the hotel, it was vast, with roads stretching out in every direction. He wanted to find Meryl but had no idea. where to start.
He pulled out his cell phone and called her, only to find that his number had already been blocked.
With a dark face, Dalton bought two bottles of wine at a
convenience store, downed them in one breath, and wandered on the beach.
It was said that alcohol could ease sorrows, but after finishing the wine, he didn’t feel any relief at all.
At the same time, Meryl, barefoot, picked up shells on the other side of the beach.
She spotted a conch the size of her hand and held it to her if vaguely hearing the rumbling of the waves.
ear, as
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Meryl found it very novel. She had grown up inland, and this was her first visit to the seaside.
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She ran towards Chandler excitedly and handed him the conch.
He lowered his head slightly and glanced at her passionately. “Is this for me?”
His fingertips gently tickled her palm.
The slightly itchy touch made her hand curl up involuntarily.
Chandler took the opportunity to seize her hand and draw her to his side.
Meryl, caught off guard, bumped into his chest unexpectedly.
They hugged each other tightly. She caught a whiff of the woody fragrance on him.
Meryl’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Chandler’s fingers gently rubbing her palm. She was captivated by him.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a low, deep voice, “Mrs. Aniston, I will take the conch home and keep it in the safe. This is the first gift you’ve given me.”
Maybe they were too close. Chandler’s warm breath
brushed against her earlobe, and her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
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“It’s just a conch, a worthless item. You don’t need to keep it in
the safe.”
“You are wrong.” Chandler looked at her disapprovingly. “Any gift from my wife is valuable.”
Meryl was dumbfounded.
She had always seen her marriage with Chandler as a mutually beneficial partnership.
She needed a place to stay, and he returned the favor.
Their relationship was not about love.
But why did Meryl suddenly feel Chandler seemed to care about her a lot?
He leaned forward slightly and whispered in her ear, “So, in return, Mrs. Aniston, I am also going to give you a gift.”
Meryl hadn’t yet figured out the meaning of this sentence.
In an instant, fireworks suddenly burst around them.
Late at night, the seaside was dimly lit, and there was no moonlight.
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