Chapter 147
Sullivan’s plane touched down in Harmony City, and by the time his nedan glided up to the entrance of the CircumSphere Hotel, the clock was striking nine in the evening
Neon lights were in full bloom. The night was soft and seductive
Stepping out of the sleek black cat, Sullivan’s gaze immediately locked onto a couple strolling side by side.
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the early winter chill, she wore a dark camel cashmere coat, her raven hair cascading in loose curls down her back, adding a touch of romance to the night. Her face was semene, even joyful, particularly when she spoke with Begonia, her attention undivided.
Not like the icy glances she reserved for him.
Sullivan, every inch the aristocat, stood in the hotel atrium, glancing at his watch.
The photo was taken at six o’clock sharp. It means Megan had been with Begonia for three hours the entire time, their c resembling that of lovers.
Sullivan approached them.
Megan tumed her head, spotting him by chance, and the smile on her face faded.
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Stepping beside her, Sullivan addressed Begonia, Fancy running into you here, Begonia! Sometimes serendipity beats a formal invite.”
After a moment, Begonia reached out for a handshake, a slight smile on his face. “Whether this is serendipity, remains to be seen.”
Both men exchanged looks laden with unspoken thoughts.
Sullivan turned to Megan, his voice soft like a doting husband. I haven’t had dinner yet. Join me?”
Without waiting for her response, he grasped her wrist and said to Begonia, “Let’s catch up another time, Begonia. It’s getting late.”
Begonia read his thoughts, responding noncommittally
But as Sullivan led Megan away, Begonia called out, stopping Sullivan under the myriad neon lights. He looked earnestly at Sullivan and said, “If you truly care for her, don’t make her cry.
Sullivan’s eyes shifted to Megan.
Her face was tinged with cold–induced rosiness, delicate and precious – the kind that men adored.
Without a word, Sullivan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her a bit too tightly, a sign of his discomfort and jealousy
Megan couldn’t help but remark with a hint of sarcasm, “Sullivan, you’re acting as though you’ve caught me in the act! Dr. Begonia and t merely bumped into each other by chance.”
“Such a coincidence suggests a deep connection,” he replied dryly.
As soon as they entered the single suite, Megan found herself pinned against the door.
He peeled off her coat, revealing the black dress clinging to her fair, delicate skin, dazzling in its elegance.
Exhausted from the day, Megan had no patience for his insinuations. She softened her voice, pressing against the door. “Aren’t you hungry? I’ve ordered room service for you”
Sullivan stood firm.
Under the crystal chandelier, his handsome features were far from cheerful. He leaned in, asking lightly, “Megan, do you have even the slightest affection for him?”
The air was charged with tension.
When a husband jealously questions his wife this way, it signifies his concern; her silence showed her indifference.
Sullivan couldn’t bear it and kissed her. He tasted red wine in her mouth.
Looking up, his sharp eyes fixed on her he asked, “Have you been drinking with him?”
Megan retrieved his phone from his pocket, using his fingerprint to unlock it and casually found a photo… of her and Begonia encountering each other at the restaurant.
Megan let out a cold laugh, “Still keeping tabs on me? You
You’re a real bastard.
Then she lightly slapped him.
Not hard, the gesture ambiguous in intent.
Sullivan didn’t deny it. He held her hand tightly in his, and with every move she made, he calmly pressed her back against the door, their gazes locked. Again, he bent his head to savor the wine on her breath, and in the midst of those deep and shallow kisses, it was unclear
