Chapter 120
Cressida had her fair share of flaws, and he couldn’t deny that Cressida had once pulled him from the jaws of nan There was a trete had toyed with the idea of slipping a ring on her finger, but it was that very thought the had led Cressida down a parts of
His feelings for Cressida were complex – void of romantic love yet laced with grat
He had made a promise to Megan to cut ties with Cressida, a promise that could be kept with a simple show of resche, handing Cressida over to Bianca and the care team. Then, he could return to a life with a gentle wife and the laughter of childen won the fi of Megan discovering the truth.
But the truth was Megan didn’t weigh that heavily on his heart.
Megan was a woman he wanted to possess, not one he loved. If she ever found out, the worst she would do was cry or grow cold, and at best, they’d return to how things used to be.
Sullivan wasn’t overly concerned. He dissected his feelings for Megan, weighing the pros and cons, and after stubbing out his cigarette, he made a call to the attending doctor at the hospital: Tll be right there?
After hanging up, Sullivan didn’t immediately leave. He pulled out a photo from an album, one of Megan asleep, peaceful and unsuspecting. He gazed at it for a long while.
Back in the bedroom, where shadows gathered like silent spectators, Megan appeared to be asleep.
Sullivan sat on the edge of the bed, studying her serene face in the dim light, tracing her features with a tendemess that beled his conflicted thoughts. She was warm, probably from the cocoon of sleep.
As he was about to leave, her voice, husky from slumber, stopped him, “Sullivan, are you going out again?
He continued to caress her face.
“Hmm,” he murmured gently, “There’s a bit of an urgent situation at the office”
Megan lay still, her eyes following him, a hint of sadness in her gaze.
Sullivan leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be done soon. Then I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Megan offered him a weak smile.
Perhaps it was her compliance that made him lean down and kiss her again, whispering sweet nothings that would normally make her blush but now only highlighted her sorrow.
She didn’t want to test him, but she needed to know where she stood.
As Sullivan made to leave, Megan caught his arm, sitting up and wrapping herself around his waist, murmuring how she couldn’t bear to see him go.
Sullivan felt a pang of softness, patting her back. “Why so clingy tonight? Didn’t I take good care of you earlier?”
Megan pressed close to him, her voice a whisper against his skin, “The day after tomorrow is our anniversary, Sullivan. Let’s have dinner together, just the two of us.”
“Is that all?” Sullivan chuckled. “Of course, my dear. Whatever Ms Lowry wishes.”
Megan looked up at him and smiled serenely. “That day, I’ll use your cre card to book the fanciest restaurant in town.”
His phone rang, Knowing it was from the hospital, he kissed Megan quickly and left in a hurry.
Descending the stairs and getting into his car, Sullivan paused abruptly.
The invitation!
He reached over to the passenger seat, pulling his coat closer, ensuring the invitatie was still there. It was for Paxton’s private soiree, which he had agreed to attend with Cressida
It was an exclusive event, free from the prying eyes of the media. He thought Megan would never know.
Still, Sullivan found himself lighting another cigarette, a sign of his inner turmoil
After Sullivan’s departure, Megan rose and stepped out onto the balcony, the night breeze a cold caress.
Her heart was heavy with sorrow.
Just moments ago, she had dared to hope that Sullivan held a shred of genuine affection for her, that he might notice her distress. But he hadn’t. Not a flicker of awareness crossed his face, his mind was preoccupied with Cressida’s wellbeing.
Love and the absence of it were starkly clear.
Chapter 120
Cressida had her fair share of flaws, and he couldn’t deny that Cressida had once pulled him from the jaws of ruin. There was a time he had toyed with the idea of slipping a ring on her finger, but it was that very thought that had led Cressida down a path of no return. His feelings for Cressida were complex void of romantic love yet laced with quilt.
He had made a promise to Megan to cut ties with Cressida, a promise that could be kept with a simple show of resolve, handing Cressida over to Bianca and the care team. Then, he could return to a life with a gentle wife and the laughter of children without the risk of Megan discovering the truth.
But the truth was Megan didn’t weigh that heavily on his heart.
Megan was a woman he wanted to possess, not one he loved. If she ever found out, the worst she would do was cry or grow cold, and at best, they’d return to how things used to be.
Sullivan wasn’t overly concerned. He dissected his feelings for Megan, weighing the pros and cons, and after stubbing out his cigarette, he made a call to the attending doctor at the hospital: “I’ll be right there.”
After hanging up, Sullivan didn’t immediately leave. He pulled out a photo from an album, one of Megan asleep, peaceful and unsuspecting. He gazed at it for a long while.
Back in the bedroom, where shadows gathered like silent spectators, Megan appeared to be asleep.
Sullivan sat on the edge of the bed, studying her serene face in the dim light, tracing her features with a tenderness that belied his conflicted thoughts. She was warm, probably from the cocoon of sleep.
As he was about to leave, her voice, husky from slumber, stopped him, “Sullivan, are you going out again?”
He continued to caress her face.
“Hmm,” he murmured gently, “There’s a bit of an urgent situation at the office.”
Megan lay still, her eyes following him, a hint of sadness in her gaze.
Sullivan leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be done soon. Then I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Megan offered him a weak smile.
Perhaps it was her compliance that made him lean down and kiss her again, whispering sweet nothings that would normally make her blush but now only highlighted her sorrow.
She didn’t want to test him, but she needed to know where she stood.
As Sullivan made to leave, Megan caught his arm, sitting up and wrapping herself around his waist, murmuring how she couldn’t bear to see him go.
Sullivan felt a pang of softness, patting her back. “Why so clingy tonight? Didn’t I take good care of you earlier?”
Megan pressed close to him, her voice a whisper against his skin, “The day after tomorrow is our anniversary, Sullivan. Let’s have dinner together, just the two of us.”
“Is that all?” Sullivan chuckled. “Of course, my dear. Whate M Lowry wishes.”
Megan looked up at him and smiled serenely. “That day, I’ll use your credit card to book the fanciest restaurant in town.”
His phone rang, Knowing it was from the hospital, he kissed Megan quickly and left in a hurry.
Descending the stairs and getting into his car, Sullivan paused abruptly.
The invitation!
He reached over to the passenger seat, pulling his coat closer, ensuring the invitation was still there. It was for Paxton’s private soiree, which he had agreed to attend with Cressida
It was an exclusive event, free from the prying eyes of the media. He thought Megan would never know.
Still, Sullivan found himself lighting another cigarette, a sign of his inner turmoil.
After Sullivan’s departure, Megan rose and stepped out onto the balcony, the night breeze a cold caress.
Her heart was heavy with sorrow.
Just moments ago, she had dared to hope that Sullivan held a shred of genuine affection for her, that he might notice her distress. But he hadn’t. Not a flicker of awareness crossed his face; his mind was preoccupied with Cressida’s wellbeing.
Love and the absence of it were starkly clear
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