Chapter 88
Sullivan’s desire was palpable, his aura seductive and raw
Megan continued to caress his chiseled face.
After a moment, Sullivan captured her delicate fingers, halting their dance across his skin.
He pinned her slender wrist firmly to the pristine pillow, mady to claim her, when the sight of faint pink scars on Megan’s fair wrist caught his eye.
Those were the marks left from when she had cut herself the last time he forced himself upon her.
Sullivan’s eyes tightened slightly.
Then he pressed close to her, his touch no longer harsh, but tender, as he planted soft kisses along the scars, his voice hoarse, “Does it still hurt?”
Megan tumed her face away, unable to bear it.
That night in the hotel, Sullivan had been on her, treating her like a whore… She hadn’t let go or moved on.
She could endure Sullivan’s roughness, but his gentleness was something she couldn’t stand. It reminded her of a time when she had been like a beggar, pleading for his affection, begging for his pity.
Tears welled up in the comers of Megan’s eyes.
His tendemess, coupled with the overwhelming physical pleasure, made her feel exposed.
Suddenly, she cupped Sullivan’s handsome face, her lips meeting his, mimicking his usual style, boldly kissing him from every angle.
She clung to Sullivan, her passion as intense as that of a woman accustomed to indulgence.
Sullivan gripped the back of her neck, his eyes fixated on her
His whole body trembled.
Afterwards, Sullivan slipped on a bathrobe and leaned back on the sofa with a cigarette.
The night was deep, the dew was heavy, and even the smoke was beautiful…
Megan took a bath, fetched the first aid kit, and knelt beside him, gently applying ointment to his wounds. Perhaps finding the cigarette smoke too strong, she gently removed the cigarette from his lips.
Sullivan remained silent. His eyes lowered. He watched his wife dressed in a silk nightgown. Her demeanor was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to her earlier wildness in bed..
No man
dislikes. sex
Sullivan considered himself an ordinary man. Even if he didn’t love Megan, he had shared a bed with her for three years, and their sexual enjoyment had only intensified.
But Megan had never before been so proactive and passionate.
Sullivan couldn’t decide if this was good or bad. At the moment, his body was satisfied, but afterwards, he felt an inexplicable emptiness. Watching her delicate face, he thought, wasn’t this what he wanted when he demanded Megan back?
Why, then, was he still not content?
Sullivan’s fight with Bennett had caused quite a stir
The two families both cared about their reputations and used their influence to hush up the incident in their circles, yet the gossip still spread, saying Bennett had fallen for his childhood friend’s wife.
Lucia, who had just returned to Borough City, had heard the news. She asked Megan out for coffee.
Their reunion began in silence.
Lucia had learned from Timothy that Megan has returned to Sullivan. After a long pause, she spoke in an almost voiceless whisper, “That bastard Timothy he sent me away so he could play his games without me!”
She grasped Megan’s hand, “Is Sullivan… treating you well?”
Megan lightly flipped her hair, her tone nonchalant, “Quite well! He brought Alton back from abroad, spent a fortune on legal fees for my brother, upgraded our home, hired a housekeeper, and… I even managed to secure 2% of the Lowry Group’s shares without any trouble”
She spoke of her arrangement with Sullivan as if it were nothing.
Lucia knew Megan all too well.
Mansions, housekeepers, and shares meant nothing to Megan, she did it all for Wyatt
Megan pulled a document from her bag. She handed it to Lucin.
Lucia opened it to find a torn–up divcice agreement with Sullivan’s signature. She looked up at Megan in shock.
Megan’s expression remained serene, “He was ready to let go, but for some reason, he suddenly refused to divorce, I know Sullivan better than anyone, and since I can’t escape, I might as well make the best of it. You know, Lucia, it’s actually not so bad this way!”
