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Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Megan snapped back to reality, noticing the car had come to a halt at a crossroads. The light ahead was red
She pulled her hand from Sullivan’s grip and tumed her head away, her demeanor cooling. “Nothing”
Sullivan’s gaze lingered on her averted profile. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his heart.
His mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Megan was just past her twenties Back then, Megan adored him. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would dash downstairs to relieve him of his briefcase, eagerly sharing the menu. she had planned for dinner and drawing him a warm bath before bed.
At night during their intimate moments, he would sometimes hurt her on purpose. She would just snuggle up to him with her nose slightly red, wmpping her arms tightly around his neck and softly pleading with him to be gentle
In those honeymoon days, she was truly joyful.
But gradually, Megan stopped laughing and ceased her playful affection
It seemed she had finally come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her and slowly realized that no matter what she did, it was all in vain, she was always met with indifference and disregard
Megan was still considerate, but her attentiveness had become more akin to performing her wifely duties.
There was no love, just obligation.
Just like the truth she revealed after a few glasses of wine, she had stopped liking him a long time ago.
These thoughts made Sullivan’s imitation grow, he looked away with no intention of speaking to Megan again.
The green light came on, and the black Bentley slowly pulled away.
Under the neon lights, the car’s luxury shone brightly.
Megan’s palm rested against the car window, her gaze fixed on the French bistro they were passing by and she froze
It was closed for business.
Just the other day, it was bustling, and she played the violin and later encountered Begonia and Sullivan….
Megan slowly turned her head, examining Sullivan’s profile. She finally understood why Sullivan had insisted on driving her
“Sullivan, are you showing me this on purpose?” she asked softly.
Sullivan kept his eyes on the road, ignoring her.
It wasn’t until they reached the bottom of her apartment building that he turned to look at her and spoke, “Do you know who owns that restaurant?”
Megan had her suspicions, but she kept quiet.
Sullivan shorted softly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy posture. “Tm not sure what Begonia had in mind by helping you. But Mrs. Lowry, don’t forget you’re still a married woman.”
Megan offered a faint smile.
It wasn’t hard to guess Sullivan’s thoughts; he wasn’t hiding them.
It was just the typical male ego at play; he didn’t want his wife, whom he no longer cared for, to be with any other man, not even in their fantasies.
She didn’t want to submit to Sullivan, but she didn’t want to drag Begonia into their mess either.
Her him.”
After a moment’s consideration, Megan spoke calmly, “Our marriage has nothing to do with him! Sullivan, don’t go after
Sullivan’s eyes bored into hers.
After a long silence, he reached out and gently caressed her face, “1 trust you, Mrs. Lowry!”
His touch camed a hint of playfulness.
Megan recoiled, turning her face away. “I’m not Mrs. Lowry!”
Sullivan looked at her steadily for a few seconds. Then he withdrew his hand, sitting up straight.
His tone was more serious than Megan had ever heard before as he asked, “Megan, if you had the chance to do it all over again, would you choose Begonia or me?”
Megan was taken aback, she hadn’t expected Sullivan to ask such a question.
But clearly, Sullivan was not interested in her answer. He leaned over to open the car door for her. “Get out”
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As soon as Megan stepped out Sullivan hit the gas, and the black Bentley quickly disappeared into the night, vanishing from her sight Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
Megan stood alone in the night air
The chill of the evening wrapped around her, she pulled her cost tighter pondering Sullivan’s question.
If she could choose again, who would she choose?
Megan smiled faintly, eyes downcast In youth, one always chooses the one they love, even if it means flying too close to the flame and suffering for it. Now, given another chance, she thought perhaps she would choose someone who loved her
But life doesn’t offer so many second chances.