Chapter 112
On the other end of the phone, Sullivan gazed at his smartphone and allowed a silent chuckle to escape his lips.
He never failed to acquire what he wanted.
He longed for Megan, and she would be his!
After hanging up the phone, Megan stepped outside.
Cora, noticing her troubled expression, prodded gently, “Trouble with Sullivan again?”
Megan shook her head, confiding in Cora with the truth, “Things were rough a few days ago, but last night he came back with a changed attitude. Cora, I just can’t figure out what’s going on in Sullivan’s head.”
Cora retreated to her bedroom and returned holding a flyer. With a soft smile, she said, “It’s an exhibition of your mother’s artwork when she was alive, Megan. If you’re feeling upset, why not go and take a look? Come back for dinner, and I’ll save you some pies.”
Her mother’s art exhibition…
Megan received the flyer and caressed it lovingly. Her mother, a Quinn by birth, had been a sensation in the city at a young age. Tragically, her life was cut short. Now, her extensive body of work was highly sought after, with each piece valued millions.
Cora could tell Megan was eager to go and softly urged her, “Consider it a little break for yourself.”
Megan nodded in agreement. Her mind was indeed in turmoil, and she longed for her mother.
The exhibition of Megan’s mother’s artwork was on display at Borough City’s most renowned gallery, and interested buyers could discuss purchases directly with the gallery manager.
Megan took her time to appreciate each piece. She was particularly drawn to a painting called “Rain–Swept Begonia,” priced at 5.8 million dollars. Megan didn’t have that kind of money on hand. She had planned to save the money from the sale of her house for her and Cora’s retirement, and she didn’t want to touch the allowance from Sullivan. Her finances would only loosen up after the end–of–year bonus.
Enamored with the painting, she lingered before it for a long time.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her, “Like it? If you like it, it’s yours!”
Megan froze for a moment before slowly turning around.
It was Bennett!
It had been a long time since they last met, and Megan thought he had given up hope.
Seeing her silence, Bennett let out a cold laugh, “Not willing to accept? I guess that makes sense! Now that you’re back with Sullivan, just 2% of The Lowry Group’s shares ensure you a life of comfort. What’s a few million to you now? But tell me, how does it feel to share a husband with other women? Or have you stopped caring?”
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Megan wanted no further entanglement with him, “I’ve told you before it’s none of your business!”
She turned to leave, but Bennett caught her by the wrist. He had grasped the very spot where she had
once cut herself
Megan flinched, and Bennett seemed to notice, his gaze dropping to that spot.
After a long look, he asked in a soft tone. “Megan, what did I lose to him?”
Megan couldn’t answer.
Bennett didn’t seem to care for a reply. His voice was filled with a bitter edge, “I would give up everything for you! Could Sullivan do that? He can’t. He can’t even let go of Cressida, let alone…”
Bennett didn’t finish his sentence. They had all grown up in the same circle. Some things about Sullivan were not known to Megan, but he and Timothy knew.
Megan gently pulled herself free from his grip. Looking him in the eye, her voice was barely a whisper, “Bennett, stop loving me! And don’t give up everything for me! Pining for a love that isn’t yours is too painful.”
She added softly. “Thank you for your affection, but I can’t accept it.”
With that, Megan turned and walked away.
Bennett stood motionless, watching her slender and straightened figure get blurred into the play of light and shadow. He couldn’t even discern whether Megan still held any love for Sullivan.
