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Chapter 180
Chapter 180
Megan felt a chill as she sank deeper into the plush cushions, a vague sense of vulnerability creeping over her. Before she could dwell on it, Sullivan’s gentle touch calmed her, his body pressing closer.
He whispered tenderly, his breath warm against her ear, “There are things I feel we need to address, Mrs. Lowry. I want to please you, to see you happy… Tell me, what do you desire from me right now?”
His fingers intertwined with hers as he spoke, his presence both reassuring and overwhelmingly charming. After all, Megan had loved him for six years, and beneath him, she melted like the first snow of spring.
As Sullivan kissed her, Megan, unable to resist, arched back, trembling slightly in response to his affection. Yet, he pulled back with a low chuckle, teasing her further.
Flushed and eager, Megan reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tender embrace. Sullivan laughed softly, a sound of pure delight, before he leaned in for a passionate, all–consuming kiss, fulfilling her desires..
In the dim light, their shadows merged on the wall, entangled in an intimate dance that lasted through the night.
The dawn brought a different kind of warmth. Megan, dressed warmly, went outside with Shirley to build a snowman while Sullivan, in his cozy loungewear, watched them from the living All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
the glass windows framing the picturesque scene. Megan seemed to adore Shirley, often lifting the dog out of the snow and showering it with kisses. The snowman she built, amusingly, took on Shirley’s likeness, much to the dog’s delight.
Sullivan couldn’t help but smile at the sight. His phone rang, pulling him from the moment. It was Camilla.
“What’s the matter?” Sullivan’s tone was cool, his amusement fading at the sound of Camilla’s stern voice
“I’ve heard about your decision to place Cressida in a VIP hospital ward. Have you lost your mind, Sullivan? What if people find out? How will you explain her presence? As your mistress? Camilla’s voice was sharp, her concern evident.
Sullivan massaged his forehead, weary. “It’s already done.”
“You’re doing this to spite me, aren’t you? I was only looking out for you. And don’t forget, Megan is the one you share your bed with. Do you want her back or not? If she finds out about this, what then?” Camilla’s voice shook with anger.
Sullivan’s gaze drifted back to the window, where Megan was now heading inside with Shirley. He ended the call without another word.
Megan wouldn’t find out. And even if she did, Sullivan believed she wouldn’t leave him. Not after everything. Like three years ago, she was bound to him by choice and by circumstance.
Perhaps there was a time he’d been softer toward her, but wasn’t their relationship always a transaction? His wealth and attention for her affection and loyalty… and more.
He treated her well, and that should be enough. Love, however, was a vulnerability Sullivan couldn’t afford. Megan came back inside, planning to shower, but Sullivan had other ideas, drawing her close on the sofa. As he began to remove her wet shoes and socks, Megan sensed his mood, her voice soft and concerned,
“What’s wrong? You seem troubled.”
Sullivan remained silent, his hands wandering beneath her sweater with clear intent.
Blushing, Megan caught his hands, her voice a mix of embarrassment and urgency, “Stop, please! Lucia is getting discharged today; I need to be there for her.”
Sullivan paused, his gaze lingering on her before he reached for a cigarette, lighting it in a gesture of resignation. “Go shower. Don’t catch a cold.”
As Megan leaned in for a quick kiss, Sullivan’s expression remained unreadable under the dim light, a complex mix of emotions hidden behind the smoke.