Chapter 62


    Chapter 62 The Final Compromise


    Erin’s face changed as soon as she saw the box in Chandler’s hands. She asked, “Since you already


    know, why do you still want me to look for it?” She was now certain that he had most definitely seen her


    at that time.


    Chandler watched her closely, recalling what Kyle had said to him before. He walked to her side and


    took her hand, leading her back into the bedroom. When they had both returned to the bedroom, he


    held her in hisp.


    Erin didn’t resist. She knew that the more she resisted, the more interested he became in her.


    Chandler told her calmly. “Erin Lane, don’t keep making those stupid mistakes on purpose. I’ll let you


    go after three months.”


    She looked at him. At that moment in time, his eyes didn’t seem as cold as it usually was, but there


    was a certain darkness and


    mysteriousness within them that she didn’t understand. Erin asked calmly. “Why me?”


    His gaze lowered as he seemingly contemted her words. After a while, he replied. “Maybe your


    constant resistance to my pursuits aroused my interest.”


    She didn’t say anything more.


    Chandler murmured, “I will try to be good to you.”


    Erin remained silent. Her calmness and obedience at that moment soothed his heart.


    Erin was a bit nervous and dared not look at him directly.


    He sighed. “Go to sleep.” After Chandler removed his clothes and adjusted his position in bed, he


    hugged her from behind and said to her for the first time. “Good night.”


    Erin’s tensed muscles rxed slightly. She replied after a pause, “Good night.” It wasn’t until she heard


    Chandler’s even


    breathing from behind her that she finally calmed down.


    Chandler’s unusual behavior that night made it hard for her to fall asleep. Before, she had deliberately


    tried to dispose of those


    boxes, but he wasn’t mad at her in the slightest when he knew, which surprised and unsettled her.


    Remembering everything he had said, she thought about it calmly. Maybe she should try to ept him


    for who he was. No


    matter what, he wouldn’t let her go if he didn’t want to. Why not follow his wishes and endure those


    three months?


    Erin thought and thought, and eventually, she couldn’t resist the wave of drowsiness that finally drove


    her to sleep.


    The next day, when she woke up, she found herself trapped in Chandler’s arms as he slept beside her.


    The soft dawn light


    illuminated his perfectly–bnced features. Erin stared at him absent–mindedly. She had to admit that


    his appearance was


    truly astounding.


    So astounding that she hardly dared to approach him.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    A man with an appearance like him was enough to drive any woman to her knees. Even if Erin herself


    wasn’t exactly obsessed with beauty and looks, who didn’t adore handsome men and pretty women?


    “Erin, am I handsome?”


    Erin jumped, startled. It turned out that Chandler was already awake, and he didn’t need to open his


    eyes to know that she was


    staring at him. She was so ashamed that all she wanted was to escape his embrace.


    He opened his eyes suddenly, tightening his grip on her. “Am I handsome?” he repeated.


    “Yeah…” She flushed as soon as the words left her lips. She struggled against his hold once again.


    “Let me go. I want to get up


    now.”


    Chandler pointed to his cheeks as he spoke. “Kiss me.”


    She fell his arms around her waist, holding her in ce domineeringly. Erin leaned over and pecked his


    cheek shyly. It was a cursory attempt at best.


    Chandler angled his body, pressing her underneath him. He smirked at her as he spoke. “One kiss is


    hardly enough.”


    An hourter, Erin struggled to stand as her legs buckled under her weakly. Chandler watched her walk


    into the bathroom, a rare expression of pleasure on his face. Thinking about the love marks on her


    back, his eyes darkened, and he strode into the


    bathroom swiftly.


    Five minutester, the sound of conversation between Erin and Chandler could be heard from within.


    Chandler’s low voice.


    insisted. “Let me help you wash.”


    “Your intentions are truly ignoble!” Erin retorted immediately.


    “Since you understand, I won’t have to waste my words.”


    “Let me go!” Erin protested. “Since you have so much energy, why don’t you go work out instead.”


    “I have you,” Chandler shot back simply, a smirk in his voice.


    Another hourter, Erin and Chandler finally got dressed and left the hotel.


    Erin didn’t want to even look at the pervert next to her, her hat and sunsses shielding his frame from


    her sight as she stood


    at one side. Not that far away. Chandler stood alone as he answered a phone call.


    Meanwhile, a Bugatti arrived at the hotel’s entrance, and shortly after, a man stepped out of the car.


    Erin happened to see him just then. Despite her hat and sunsses, the man recognized Erin the


    moment he saw her. He walked toward her, one arm extended, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Miss


    Lane, it’s been a while since we saw each other.”


    Erin looked at Louis as he waited for her to shake his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she was just


    about to return the gesture when Chandler pulled her back.


    “Louis, the world is so big, yet you had to show up here.” Of course, Chandler noticed the other man’s


    presence as soon as Louis exited his car. He ended his call and rushed over immediately.


    Louis smiled. He was handsome and biracial, his striking features perpetually carrying the hints of a


    smile. He said, “Chandler, are you still mad aboutst time? I thought you believed that ignorance


    shouldn’t be punished. I truly didn’t know of your rtionship with Miss Lane at that time.”


    Chandler snorted disdainfully. Without a word, he ignored Louis and walked away with Erin.


    Erin nced at Louis before leaving with Chandler. Louis wasn’t her friend, and she didn’t care that


    much anyway. She had only really attempted to return his handshake out of politeness.


    Without realizing it, Chandler and Erin arrived at a small alley. Halting in his forward stride, Chandler


    reprimanded her sternly.” Erin, are you dumb? Why would you want to shake hands with that fucking


    hypocrite? For God’s sake, he mistook someone


    else for his own wife–what a fraud!”


    Chandler’s words were extreme, but there were some elements of truth to them. To Erin, if she were


    Louis‘ deceased wife, she would not be able to rest in peace knowing that her husband mistook a


    stranger for herself.


    Chandler’s anger subsided the longer Erin remained silent. He tugged at her hand again and asked,


    “Hey, what do you want to


    eat?”


    Earlier, it was Erin herself who suggested that they dine at a small restaurant nearby. Now that she


    thought about it, however, they had traveled all the way here. They couldn’t just stay in the hotel and do


    nothing, could they?


    “I want seafood!”


    He gave her a pinched look and deadpanned, “Glutton.”


    Erin took the initiative to pull at his hand, leading him along. “Come on, don’t be mad anymore. Let’s


    go.” She had already made her decision. Since they were already in Grecia, they might as well have


    fun.


    Chandler’s expression when he looked at her was still somewhat arrogant, but he let her pull him


    along.


    Two hourster, they finished their meal and arrived at the seaside. Erin took off her shoes and


    stepped on the beach while Chandler walked behind her in sandals. His heart stopped momentarily, as


    though someone had catapulted him into the cerulean sea, as he beheld her innocent smile, the


    tranquility of the moment wrapped around him like a warm nket.


    Erin turned around and told him, “Chandler Frost, thanks for bringing me to Grecia!”


    He walked in front of her. His head lowered as he met her gaze and tapped her nose gently. “Don’t you


    dare call me by my full


    name.”


    She tilted her head and asked, “What should I call you then?”


    He teased, “Call me Chandy. I’m five years older than you anyway.”


    Erin’s expression cooled instantly. She turned around, keeping her voice deliberately light. “I would


    never call you that.”


    Chandy was what ire had called him. Erin would rather die than call him as ire did.


    Chandler watched her silhouette, sensing the shift in her emotions. He was just about to ask her about


    it when his phone rang. The caller ID was “Ethan Kane,” ire’s father. He answered immediately. “Mr.


    Kane?”


    “Oh, Chandler, where are you? If you’re not busy right now, could you pleasee and see ire?


    She’s in Liberty General Hospital. Last night, she tried taking her own life because of Matthew


    Burgess…”