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Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Sullivan gripped her tightly, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her black silk dress
They had played the part of husband and wife for three years, and he knew exactly how to stir her passions, how to bring her comfort, and make her body soften under his touch
In the dimly lit, aging comdor, their bodies entwined.
They had both received elite education from a young nge–Megan was the quintessential lady of breeding, while Sullivan’s fastidiousness about his surroundings bordered on obsessive
But in that moment, none of that mattered to him. He wanted to see her break down, to hear her cry out in his arms, to listen to her voice–hoarse and tender–call out his name without any conscious thought….
Megan was on the verge of collapse under his commanding touch.
“No! I… I didn’t!”
“Sullivan, let me go! Stop doing this!”
Her voice was a raspy whisper, quivering, only serving to ignite his desire for dominance further,
Each feeble attempt she made to struggle was firmly quashed by Sullivan, followed by even more rough and humiliating treatment. He even leaned in close to her ear and murmured with malice. “Do you know who he is? Haven’t you noticed his resemblance to me? What, looking for a stand–in?”
He knew her body well, and his skill was unmatched.
Soon enough, Megan was melting under his touch.
Sullivan gazed at her, his eyes glued to her sweaty forehead, his voice devoid of warmth, “That’s it then?”
Megan leaned against his shoulder, her delicate skin looking even more pale and fragile against the backdrop of his dark shirt.
While the afterglow faded, her mind sharpened. She was certain there was bad blood between Sullivan and Begonia
But she didn’t speculate further. Because at that moment, just dealing with Sullivan’s fury was enough to exhaust her
She remained silent
Sullivan looked at her with a sneer. After all, he was a scion of high society, always picky, and couldn’t stay in the decrepit corridor forever After venting his frustration, he carried Megan to the car parked in the alley.
The black Bentley was starkly out of place amid the surrounding decay. Sullivan turned on the car’s air conditioning and tossed a few tissues to Megan, while giving disdainful glances at her as she tried to fix her disheveled dress.
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Truth be told, he was hardly in better shape himself.
Ever since Megan had demanded a divorce, relief had been rare for him. Just watching her in that wanton state was enough to stir him, but Megan hadn’t taken any precautions, and there were no condoms in his car This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
He had restrained himself!
After recomposing herself, Megan finally calmed down. She pondered over what Sullivan might be thinking, which weren’t hard to guess. It was merely the discomfort of seeing his wife, not yet divorced, being too close with another man.
It had nothing to do with love.
As for this ludicrous intimacy, Megan found it nothing but embarrassed. She deliberately scoffed, “Sullivan, you are not jealous, are
you?”
Sullivan ran his finger gently across her soft cheek, laughing densively. “As if you’re that precious! I’m merely reminding you that you’re still Mrs. Lowry! Don’t associate with irrelevant men”
Megan’s smile thinned, “But you can associate with irrelevant woman, right?”
Sullivan’s gaze was deep. He wasn’t particularly concerned about the business with Cressida, most of the time, Bianca handled it. And his trips to Harmony City were only occasionally punctuated with casual visits.