Chapter 162
Megan hurried to the window to look down, and sure enough, Sullivan’s car was parked below.
Dressed in black, he leaned against the twilight, casually smoking. When Megan looked at him, his gaze met hers, intense and
unwavering
After a moment, he dialed Megan’s number.
Megan answered and got stright to the point, “Sullivan, come and take your dog back.”
But he replied softly. “Its name is Shirley! Three months old. Megan, haven’t you always wanted a puppy? It’s adorable.”
Megan wanted to say more, but Sullivan had already hung up.
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He snuffed out his cigarette and looked up at Megan with a slight chuckle before getting into his car and driving away
Megan stared at the taillights until they disappeared, When she looked down, the dog was looking up at her, its eyes filled with
innocence.
Of course, Megan wasn’t going to keep it.
She changed her clothes and shoes, took the dog, and hailed a cab, planning to return it to Sullivan.
By the time she reached the villa, dusk had settled.
The maid was surprised to see her, “Mrs. Lowry, you are back so soon! Mr. Lowry just arrived! This little dog is so cute.”
Despite her frustration with Sullivan, Megan never took it out on the staff. She asked hoarsely, “Where is he?”
The maid replied eagerly. “He is upstairs! You might want to have a word with him. Dinner will be ready shortly, and we’ve added a few dishes to tonight’s menu.”
Megan nodded and went upstairs with the dog named Shirley.
The master bedroom light was on. Guessing Sullivan was inside, she knocked on the door. His voice came from inside, “Come in.”
Megan pushed the door open to find Sullivan lounging on the sofa in the living area, flipping through a magazine. He wore only a crisp white bathrobe, his hair still dripping from a shower.
Megan walked in.
He set aside the magazine and quietly observed her. “Don’t like it?
Megan did like the puppy, but not when it was a gift from Sullivan. She set the dog down and said softly. “Find it a new home. I won’t keep it! And this too!”
She placed the wedding ring
on the coffee table.
The small ring sparkled under the crystal lamp light.
Sullivan bent down to pick up the puppy, which whimpered and started gnawing at his palm, probably hungry. He stroked its furgently. and the little one whimpered again.
Megan watched for a while but steeled her heart. Tm leaving!”
No sooner had she spoken, her wrist was caught, and in a whirl, she found herself gently pinned down by Sullivan.
Megan gritted her teeth and said, “Sullivan, let me go! Have you forgotten we’re separated?”
“Separated and you came over? Separated and you’re under me? That’s not very convincing.”
Megan’s eyes reddened, and she turned her face away, refusing to speak another word,
Her entire being radiated rejection.
Sullivan lowered his head, gently licked away a tear from the corner of her eye, and in her moment of shock, he placed the white puppy in her arms, softly saying, “How about being its mom?”
Megan fled in panic,
Being pushed away, Sullivan seemed surprised but didn’t stop her….
As the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the staircase, he gently set down the puppy, picked up the wedding ring from the coffee table, and stared at it quietly.
The maid stood at the door, perplexed. “Mr. Lowry, Mrs. Lowry has left!”
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