Favo Novel
Chapter 124
Chapter 124
To heading out now! Sullivan cut her off, probably feeling a tad harsh, he softened his tone. “I’H accompany you after I wrap things up”
Megan chuckled, moving to help him select his attire and accessories.
The walk in closet was bathed in brilliant light.
She chose his outfit, added a tie and a wristwatch… business with a casual flair, she mused. Cressida’s gase would no doubt be one of admiration when she saw him.
Suddenly, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.
Sullivan held her slim waist tightly, his handsome face nestled in the nape of her neck, his voice a raspy blend of masculinity, “Upset?”
While speaking, his hands gently caressed her, revealing a hint of his desire,
Megan detected a faint medicinal scent on him.
A wave of aversion passed through her, yet her voice remained soft, “Don’t you have an important meeting at the office? Being late wouldn’t be good for Mr. Lowry’s image; people talk, you know”
His voice was warm, “You’re concerned for me?”
Megan had a fleeting moment of haziness. She remembered the recent tenderness between them; how could she not have been moved, even a little? She wasn’t made of stone!
By the time she snapped back to reality, she looked down with a slight smile, “Have you forgotten? I own 2% of the Lowry Group. You work hard, Mr. Lowry, and I reap the benefits!”
Sullivan chuckled and went to shower and change,
When he emerged, Megan was sitting at the vanity, putting on jewelry, She had changed into a pale forest green blouse and skirt, looking smart and elegant, with only stud earrings and a wristwatch as accessories.
She was truly beautiful.
Sullivan was pressed for time, but he couldn’t help but kiss her temple tenderly, murmuring like a lover, “I’ll be back tonight to stay over… okay?”
If she could, Megan would have loved to ask him.
Did Cressida know he still shared a bed with his wife? Would she really not make a scene if she found
out? Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
But in the end, Megan just offered a faint smile.
Sullivan headed downstairs to his car, glancing back at the mansion with mixed emotions. He had felt Megan’s heart soften recently, but now he sensed her quietly retreating again. She didn’t pry into his personal life; she didn’t ask about Cressida; she was content being Mrs. Lowry.
Just like before.
Sullivan lit a cigarette, lost in thought amid the thin smoke. Wasn’t this what he had wanted? So why did it hurt now that Megan was truly distancing herself?
09:53
His phone rang; it was Cressida.
He answered, her voice cautious, “Sullivan, I’m ready! When will you come to pick me up?”
His gaze lingered upstairs. After a moment, he replied coolly, “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
The luxurious black Bentley slowly drove away from the villa, fading into the twilight…
Sullivan hadn’t expected to run into Megan at Paxton’s private dinner at the hotel. She was a vision in pale green amid the autumn night.
Megan, however, was not surprised. She observed her husband calmly, noting the slight anger on his handsome face, his elegant attire–clothes she had picked out for him just that evening. She watched as he pushed Cressida’s wheelchair, like a lover from a past life, a scene identical to what she had seen on the hospital’s electronic screen.
In truth, nothing had changed.
She and Sullivan had merely come full circle. And thankfully, she hadn’t completely fallen for him, or how mortifying that would be now!
As they locked eyes, Sullivan spoke, “Are you following me?”
Megan looked down with a wry smile. Taking an invitation out of her purse, she held it up. Her voice was still tender, “Sullivan, I told you I would introduce the most important person to you. That person is Paxton.”
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