Book TRK
Chapter 84
Chapter 84
Megan yielded to his touch. She seemed more docile than before, but Sullivan sensed a change in her. What was different?
Perhaps Megan had begun treating her role as Mrs. Lowry like a job. She shared his bed, met his needs, kept house to make his life comfortable, but the love had vanished.
Men can feel the presence or absence of love, and Sullivan was no exception. He tried to convince himself it didn’t matter, yet there was a slight discomfort.
Megan said nothing.
So. Sullivan said, “I saw you bumped into Begonia, Is that why our Mrs. Lowry is so flustered?”
Megan looked up.
Their eyes met, each studying the other.
After a moment, Megan spoke softly, “Sullivan, you don’t have to doubt me all the time. I haven’t been in touch with him behind your back, and it was just a coincidence”
Sullivan’s gaze tumed analytical. After a while, he gently caressed her face and said, “I believe you, Mrs. Lowry. Now, shall we go home for dinner?”
Before Megan could nod, he lifted her into his arms.
She couldn’t pin down what had gotten into Sullivan,
He kissed her passionately, his hands gripping her waist. As they kissed, she felt the unmistakable change in his body, pressing against her with an assertive force,
Megan was uncomfortable. She tumed her face away, her delicate features tinged with a hint of womanly charm. “Weren’t we going to have dinner?” NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
Sullivan’s eyes were deep. He was about to le
let her go when his phone rang from the glove compartment. It was Timothy.
While still holding Megan, Sullivan took the call.
Timothy was straightforward. “Victoria’s back in town, and it’s her birthday party! Everyone’s here celebrating, and we’re just missing you, Sullivan. Come on over!”
Sullivan’s eyes never left Megan as he listened to Timothy, and after the invitation, he chuckled, “Well, I’ll have to ask Megan if she’ll allow it”
Timothy choked on the unexpected PDA moment
“Sullivan, you’re really something…”
‘Til be there in a bit. Send me the address”
Sullivan ended the call and tossed his phone aside.
There was no real need to ask Megan for permission, the power dynamics in t
their marriage were clear–cut.
He glanced at Megan and said indifferently. “Til drop you off first.”
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He knew Megan had heard the conversation, and he was aware of Victoria’s special status. After all, Victoria had pursued him for years. A more attentive husband would avoid the appearance of impropriety.
Perhaps it was a test, but he agreed to go.
Megan showed no reaction
The drive back was silent.
Upon arriving at the villa, Sullivan didn’t get out of the car. Instead, he leaned over to open the door for her. Megan paused, then offered a slight smile “Sullivan, have fun!”
With that, she stepped out
Sullivan didn’t drive away immediately but sat smoking a cigarette, the twilight casting a more defined shadow over his sharp features.
The ember glowed at his fingertips….
At the Dusk Whispers Club, in the VIP suite, the birthday crowd v
The mood was electric!
was tight–knit, lifelong friends.
After Sullivan arrived, he kept to himself on a comer sofa, occasionally sipping his drink and scrolling through his phone
Timothy approached with a beer mug in hand. Leaning in, he teased, “Playing the brooding type, Sullivan? When people show up, you gotta give them some attention, a few kind words for old timen sake. Don’t be a stranger; we all grew up together!”