Chapter 165
Megan obeyed, a flush of embarrassment warming her cheeka.
His charcoal slacks contrasted with her soft, fair skin, a sight that stirred a deep rush of desire
As Sullivan leaned in, Megan’s delicate nostrils flared ever so slightly, an involuntary sign of her bashfulness. If not for their three years
of manage, one might think she was unacquainted with the intimacies shared between a man and a woman.
“Are you scared or just not used to this? Sullivan’s voice was deep and resonant, his gaze fixed on her petite face.
“It’s not that!” Megan rested her face against his shoulder, an act that always seemed to surrender to the moment, something Sullivan found irresistibly charming. He loved being in control, especially when it came to their moments of intimacy, completely lost in his affection for her.
But at this moment, he had no intentions of claiming her. He turned his head to look at her, gently caressing her face.
It was burning hot!
Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy red!
Sullivan was not a man of naive passions, nor was he a saint. He carried Megan to the white hospital bed, her hair spreading across the pillow…
Pleasing a woman was addictive.
Sweat glistened on Megan’s porcelain face as it pressed against the crisp, white pillow, her expression distant.
Sullivan, bending over kissed her gently.
He stroked her cheek, soothing her. “If you’re tired, just sleep. 11l be here, nothing will happen.”
Megan was in a half–dream state.
She lifted her delicate hand, caressing his handsome face absent–mindedly, tears the size of peas escaping from her eyes. She knew, she was fully aware, asking him in a tearful voice, “Sullivan, why must you force me like this?”
The light cast a soft glow on Sullivan’s face, softening his chiseled features,
His voice was gentle, “I don’t know! Perhaps I can’t bear to let go, afraid that once I do, I’ll never find you again.”
Megan couldn’t stop crying.
He took her hand, their fingers interlocking.
He whispered in her ear, “You’re like a little kid! Stop crying, you’re breaking my heart”
When Megan opened her eyes, it was early morning.
The bed was empty beside her.
She vaguely remembered Sullivan coming back late at night, lying beside her.
Megan dared not dwell on it, quickly getting up and walking to the opposite room.
Joseph was still sleeping soundly.
Cora was asleep on a small sofa nearby, Megan covered her with a blanket and sat quietly by the bed.
Around eight, Sullivan arrived, followed by Bianca.
Sullivan appeared to have changed his clothes, donning a dark wool suit and a meticulously chosen tie, looking every bit the picture of propriety, showing no signs of the previous night’s recklessness or his willingness to tenderly care for a woman.
He sat next to Megan, giving her a slight nod.
Bianca set breakfast in the room before leaving, but not without casting a complex glance at Megan
Once the door closed, Sullivan softly asked, “Dad hasn’t woken up yet?”
Perhaps because of the night before, Megan couldn’t bring herself to look at him, just murmuring an acknowledgment.
Sullivan glanced at her.
After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, “Why’s your face so red? Soft and blushing, just like last night…”
Megan replied hastily. “I’ve repaid you!”
Sullivan, sensing it was best to leave it there, changed the subject after a while, mentioning he had to go to Zephyr City for a few days for an important business conference. He reassured her that he would arrange for someone to take care of things at the hospital.
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Megan quietly thanked him.
In that thank you was a reluctant compromise.
In Sullivan’s presence, she felt insignificant. He could provide the best and quickest medical care for her father, something she was Incapable of doing herself.
Sullivan, seeing the redness in her eyes, could guess her thoughts. He softly said, “No need to thank me; we’re still married! As for last night It’s normal for a husband and wife, isn’t it?”
With that he stood up, his voice even gentler, “I’m leaving now! Call me if you need anything.”
