Chapter 83
Megan hastily replied, “You’re too modest, Paxton”
It wasn’t flattery, Paxton was a respected figure in the academic community, with an international reputation that elevated him above his
peers.
Paxton had always taken a liking to Megan. With a chuckle at Luke, he said. “I do enjoy Megan’s sweet talk.”
As Luke poured him a cup of tea, he playfully agreed, “You should kick back and enjoy the chat today! No need to be co formal. Remember when you met with Ms. Baldwin… Cressida, right? You were all knotted up. It must have taken a Herculean effort to hide your distaste”
Paxton gave him a playful slap on the back of the hand. “Why bring that up?”
Luke feigned an epiphany. He repeatedly apologized to Megan, “My bad, I didn’t consider your feelings! I owe you an apology. Megan.”
Megan wasn’t bom yesterday! The two were clearly trying to prod the subject of Cressida, quessing that Sullivan had introduced her to Paxton. Paxton wasn’t impressed with her, but he was certainly interested in Sullivan’s deep pockets.
She smiled faintly and said, 1 understand where you’re coming from, Paxton.”
Once she opened up, Paxton began his tirade. Taking a sip of his coffee, he didn’t mince words, “That girl’s violin playing was just atrocious! I heard she played for Sullivan every day when he was comatose. Are you sure it wasn’t her racket that woke him up?”
Megan looked down, stiming her coffee gently, the memories came flooding back.
When Sullivan had the car accident and fell into a coma, Megan was only 20 and terrified. She visited Sullivan daily, even had the nurses play recordings of her violin for him.
But she never imagined that it would be Cressida who would ultimately awaken Sullivan,
Paxton shifted from jest to seriousness. Looking at Megan, he said earnestly. “Megan, you’re the most promising student, and I’d like you to learn by my side. But because of funding, I too have to bow to the almighty dollar!”
Megan understood his predicament. She whispered consolingly, “I get it.”
After a moment, her voice tinged with bitterness, “I used to care so much about him, but now, it doesn’t really matter anymore.”
Paxton made her a series of promises
Two hours and a casual meal later, they had settled many matters,
Megan declined Luke’s offer to drive her home, bidding Paxton farewell before leaving the Café.
Walking through the hotel atrium, she ran into a familiar face.
It was Begonia,
Megan stopped two paces away and carefully said, “Dr. Begonia!”
Begonia’s gaze was profound.
ང ཇ ཟ ཚ རུབ ཆ ཤྲུཏྤུ རེ
Meeting an old friend, he hadn’t expected to run into Megan here. She no longer called him by his first name but Dr. Begonia, a deliberate distance between them. He looked at her, clad in designer attire, yet without a hint of joy.
She was unhappy.
Begonia felt a pang of sympathy, not wanting to trouble her. He spoke with a detached politeness, “How have you been since you went back?
Megan hummed a response, “Not too bad.
To keep her composure, she quickly bid him farewell, claiming her driver was waiting outside.
As they passed each other, a hint of moisture glistened in Megan’s eyes. It wasn’t Begonia’s warmth she couldn’t let go of, it was the relentless tides of life.
Outside the hotel, Megan was surprised to find not her driver, but Sullivan waiting for her.
Neon lights filled the sky. Sullivan sat in the black Bentley, a white shirt accentuating his noble profile.
He was scrolling through his phone, but upon seeing Megan emerge, he leaned over to open the car door. “Get in!”
Megan, coming back to her senses, quietly sat in the passenger seat and turned to ask him, “What are you doing here? Where’s the
driver?”
Sullivan didn’t answer her question. His long fingers gently touched her face, cool to the touch.
Her eyes were misty.
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10:07
Sullivan’s gaze darkened, his voice slightly tense as he spoke, “Have you been crying? Did you run into someone?”
