Chapter 60
It was downright tempting
Sullivan strode over without a hint of entotion, took the washcloth from her hand with a tone that was less than pleasant. “Have you lost your mind? The doctor said you need to be in bed for at least two days”
Megan turned away, muttering softly, I just wanted to freshen up!”
Sullivan thought for a moment and understood why she wanted a wash. Although they hadn’t gone all the way at the hotel, he had been with her for about 10 minutes. Those marks of possession, deep and shallow, elicited a response from her body despite her resistance. Sulliver remembered how it had been probably too long since they had sex, a mess of passion was heated to the brink
The thought of it stirred him, body and soul.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her delicate shoulder, his voice husky as if filled with hot gravel and undeniably sexy. “My scent’s still on your skin, isn’t it?”
Megan shivered.
Sullivan turned her around, his gaze deep and inscrutable as he looked down of her under the lamp.
Once upon a time, Megan would have been moved.
But now, she felt only pity. Sullivan’s interest in her was purely physical, devoid of love, yet he wouldn’t let her go. After such a long entanglement, Megan was truly exhausted.
Sometimes, too exhausted even to resist.
She let him lift her onto the vanity, allowed him to turn the lights up bright, let him admire her body openly and without restraint, as she was nearly exposed in front of him.
Sullivan began to wipe her down.
The towel glided over her body, and occasionally, his large hands brushed against her sensitive spots. At those moments, Megan’s body would tremble uncontrollably, like a delicate flower drenched in morning dew.
Sullivan tossed the towel aside, but instead of helping her into a hospital gown, he wrapped her in a pristine white bathrobe and camed her back to bed.
He couldn’t help but whisper in her ear, “Did that feel good just now?”
Megan tumed her face away in discomfort. Her pale, blood–lost complexion seemed even more fragile and beautiful.
She remained silent, utterly quiet. She did not struggle
Every night, he would help her with her wash, and each time she would shake. At first, Sullivan thought it was a physical reaction, that she found his touch pleasurable. Later, he realized it was fear.
Fear of his proximity, his touch.
Afraid he might take advantage of the situation, wanting to be intimate with her again.
When Sullivan realized this, he lost interest and his tone turned indifferent. “I’m taking care of you, not trying to sleep with you!”
At night, as Megan slept, Sullivan sat quietly by the bed, watching her
Megan had lost weight
Despite being nourished with soups and broths these past days, her face had grown noticeably thinner, and she was anything but happy. She didn’t speak to him or engage with him.
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It was as if she had decided to be silent for the rest of her life.
There was a knock at the door.
Sullivan paused, then got up to answer it.
Bianca stood outside, still dressed in her business suit despite the late hour, her face showing signs of fatigue. She spoke softly, keeping her voice down, “Mr. Lowry, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your immediate attention. Can you…
“I’m going to the officel”
Sullivan glanced back at Megan one last time as he closed the door; she was sound asleep.
Bianca saw Megan too
Under the dim yellow light, Megan looked peaceful, as if she had no care in the world… a sight that filled Bianca with both envy and Jealousy
12:04
Sullivan shut the door firmly, shooting Bianca a warning glance
Bianca didn’t dare overstep again, quickly bowing her head to follow Sullivan’s pace
