Chapter 82
Sullivan retumad to the villa, his arrival catching the mold by surprise.
Is Megan home?” As Sullivan made his way upstairs, he casually asked.
The maid hastened to reply, “Mrs. Lowry is still home, sir, though she did instruct the chauffeur that she’ll be heading out shortly”
Sullivan paused mid–stride but said nothing further. Upon reaching the second floor, he pushed open the door to the master bedroom. and found Megan fully dressed, clearly ready to go out.
She was wearing a silk blouse paired with a mermaid skirt.
There was a certain austere beauty about her.
Sullivan couldn’t help but take her in for a few seconds before he dropped his suit jacket onto the couch and sat down, fixing her with a steady gaze. “Back home and off again so soon? Cancel your plans and have dinner with me.”
Megan had made plans with Paxton. There was no way she could cancel
But she didn’t want to upset Sullivan either, so she spoke gently, “I didn’t know you’d be home early, Sullivan. If you’d like to have dinner together, just let me know in advance so I can prepare.”
Sullivan was in a foul mood. He reached out and pulled Megan into his embrace.
He nuzzled her with his prominent nose, the intimacy of their bodies pressing together was overt but his words carried a hint of mockery, “Since when do I need to make a reservation to dine with my own wife?”
Megan could read the room; Sullivan was not in good spirits.
But she didn’t care. She even lazily wondered if he had argued with Cressida and come back feeling low.
She pecked the comer of his mouth in a placating manner, her voice soft, “Sullivan, I’ve got an appointment, and I really mustn’t be late!” Sullivan’s grip on her slender waist tightened as he kneaded it twice.
Just as he was about to let go, Megan’s phone pinged with a message from Paxton’s assistant, Luke, sending her the location of their meeting
Megan didn’t check her phone.
Sullivan stretched his neck, his voice carrying a leisurely tone, “Not going to check your phone? Afraid I see?”
Megan replied with a light tone, “Would you like to go through it, Sullivan? If you wish, I could let you screen every message I receive from now on.”
The conversation was unpleasant, but Sullivan just laughed. He gently caressed Megan’s slender shoulder and said. “Just kidding, don’t take it to heart. You should head off. Weren’t you worried about being late?”
After Megan left, Sullivan’s smile faded. He bowed his head slightly, the light casting shadows across his sharply defined features, casting his face into enigmatic darkness.
Once Megan was in the car, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Sullivan had a temper and was deeply suspicious. Every encounter with him since her retum was far from relaxing.
The chauffeur glanced at her and asked lightly. “Where to, Mrs. Lowry?”
Megan checked Luke’s message and replied softly. “The Joyful Junction Café at the Sea Fishermen’s Haven Hotel.
The chauffeur eased onto the gas, his voice cheerful, “Their desserts are quite famous! My wife and kids love them.”
Megan offered a small smile.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Sea Fishermen’s Haven.
As Megan stepped out, the chauffeur prepared to park the car underground. His phone rang from the glove compartment–it was a call from Sullivan.
The chauffeur swiftly answered, “Mc Lowry, I’ve safely delivered Mrs. Lowry to her destination. You can rest assured.”
Sullivan’s voice was indifferent “Send me the location. I’ll pick her up later”
At the Joyful Junction Café, Luke had reserved a private booth and ordered Megan’s favorite dessert,
As Megan arrived, Luke stood to greet her with a smile, “You kept us waiting! Only you could make Paxton walt a full ten minutes.”
10:07
Megan quickly apologized. “I got held up just me I was leaving.”
Luke was perceptive. He knew Megan had retished to Sullivan’s side and guessed that was the cause of the delay.
But he didn’t bring it up, instead, he pulled out a chair for Megan, saying cheerfully. “Take a noot and try this! We can chat while we ent
Paxton laughed, “It’s been too long!”
Once Megan was seated, Paxton poured her a cup of coffee, commenting, “I can never get used to coffee–hitter and it keeps you up at night! But you can’t always avoid social obligations, and sometimes you need to play the connoisseurl”
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