Chapter 158
Megan shook her head and said, “No worries! Just feeling a bit buzzed.”
She took her jacket from Luke and sold, 1 better head back!”
Luke nodded, his hands buried in his pockets. “Let me walk you home.”
Megan knew Luke had other commitments and said, “You’ve been drinking too. Just take a cab! I’m fine, the sponsorship stuff…”
Luke gave her n reassuring smile and said, “Tve got your back, so don’t you worry. Between Paxton and me, we can handle anything big. I’ll head back in then. There’s some other entertainment going on later.”
Luke had been steadfast. Ever since Cressida gave up her music dream, he hadn’t reached out to Sullivan.
Grateful, Megan put on her jacket and bid Luke goodbye.
Reaching the ground floor, it was the peak time for cabs, and Megan waited about half an hour before she managed to get one, her cheeks pink from the cold.
In the parking lot, Sullivan sat inside a sleek black Bentley, watching Megan shiver slightly as she waited, wrapping her coat tightly against the chill, checking her phone anxiously now and then.
Is this the life she wanted?
No chauffeur, no limousine, having to mingle and laugh at others‘ whims….
Leaving him, was she really happier?
Sullivan leaned back in his seat.
He dialed Bianca, “Check on the funding gap for Paxton. Also, send Megan’s car over to her.”
The next day, Sullivan was reviewing documents in the CEO’s office of the Lowry Group.
Bianca entered, placing a schedule on Sullivan’s desk and said, “Here’s the preliminary venue plan for Paxton’s 32 concerts next year. With the original sponsor pulling out, there’s a significant funding gap, at least two hundred million. Also…”
She handed over a set of car keys to Sullivan, I’ve parked the car near Megan’s rental, but she refused to take the keys, saying she didn’t need it. Mr. Lowry, would you like to deliver it personally?”
Sullivan took the keys, murmuring, “Leave it to me.”
Once Blanca left, the vast office regained its silence, Sullivan gazing at the keys.
He thought about Megan, shivering in the night cold.
He also remembered her saying she wanted his respect, his care… He was offering it now, but she refused.
Standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, overlooking most of Borough City, he suddenly, missed Megan profoundly.
He felt lonely
He picked up his phone, dialed her number, but hung up before it connected, feeling that apprehension of getting too close because he cared too much.
After work, he drove to give her the keys.
Megan’s rental was in a bustling downtown area, part of a complex attached to a hotel. Compact at 42 square meters but fully equipped.
As Sullivan drove there, he saw Megan getting into a white BMW, a license plate he recognized…
He saw Begonia, gently holding the door, her gaze tender.
Megan slide into the passenger seat, a slight joy in her expression. Did she enjoy Begonia’s company that much? Was she ready to move on with Begonia, waiting for the divorce from him?
Sullivan sat in his Bentley, his fingers white–knuckled on the steering wheel.
As the white BMW was about to drive off, he pressed the gas pedal, pulling in front of it.
With a screech, the two cars nearly collided.
Sullivan sat there, quietly watching the car opposite, and watching his Mrs. Lowry.
