Chapter 9
Megan found it unbearable “Sullivan, this is a hospital!”
“I’m well aware” Sullivan replied, unfazed. He pressed his body against hers, his handsome face close to her ear, his voice carrying a hint of danger. “Do you know who he is?”
She understood the veiled implications of his question.
He was the president of the Lowry Group, a man of status and position. He wouldn’t allow his wife to get too close to other men.
Megan gave a bitter smile. She said, “Sullivan, I don’t entertain sordid thoughts like you, and I’m not in the mood… Rest assured, I won’t get involved with anyone else before our divorce is finalized”
With those words, she pushed him away and turned to enter the patient’s room.
Sullivan followed suit, pushing the door open and stepping inside. His frown deepened as he realized it wasn’t a private room.
Cora, ever the peacemaker, brought over a chair and whispered soothingly. “Take a seat! I’ll have Megan peel an apple for you. Oh, Megan, don’t just stand there! You’ll be going home with Sullivan soon. Your father will me in my care!”
Sullivan sat down and engaged in small talk with Joseph,
He might have been distant with Megan, but in front of her father he was impeccable. With years of experience in the cutthroat business world, it was easy for him to charm people when he put his mind to IL Joseph had always like him.
When Sullivan suggested transfering Joseph to a different hospital, however, the old man declined with a chuckle. “Let’s not trouble ourselves! This place is good, and Dr. Begonia has been very attentive,”
Sullivan, always careful to measure his words and did not insist. “As long as you’re comfortable, Dad.”
At that moment, Megan handed him a freshly peeled apple. Sullivan accepted it only to set it aside, grasping her wrist instead. Standing up, he addressed Joseph and Cora, Tll take Megan back first. Take care of yourself, Dad”
Joseph nodded, watching them leave.
As Cora was tidying up the room, Joseph suddenly asked, “They have been having issues, haven’t they?”
Cora’s hands trembled slightly. She quickly covered up, “Not at all! Megan and Sullivan are doing great!”
But Joseph sighed. “You’re still lying to me! Megan looks at him differently now; her eyes used to light up when she looked at Sullivan, but not anymore.
Cora paused, then said softly, “Maybe you should talk to her.”
Joseph leaned back against his pillow and after a moment murmured, “No, I won’t talk to her. If she doesn’t bring it up, I’ll pretend I don’t know. Wyatt’s already lost his freedom, I don’t want Megan to lose hers too.”
Cora bit her lip, holding back words that wouldn’t change anything.
Sullivan took Megan downstairs.
The evening sun cast a fiery glow on the sleek black Bentley, its opulence undeniable. Megan was pushed into the car, when she tried to get out, her wrist was held down.
Sullivan’s expression remained neutral, betraying none of the force he exerted, Megan couldn’t move at all, a clear testament to the stark difference in their physical strength. Only when she stopped struggling did he release her.
Inside the car, Sullivan sat in silence, smoking.
Megan, her breath still uneven, watched his profile, the dim light casting deep shadows over his sharp features, the kind of face that could easily make a woman’s heart skip a beat.
She remembered how, once upon a time, it was that very face that had bewitched her for so many years.
Sullivan turned to look at Megan. He rarely fretted over matters concerning Megan, he didn’t care much about her, but he also didn’t want to change wives. Men of his status rarely did.
Finally, he put out his cigarette and pulled a velvet box from his pocket. Inside lay a diamond ring.
Megan’s throat tightened. It was the wedding-ring she had sold
Had Sullivan bought it back?
Sullivan kept his gaze on her face, not missing any slight change in her expression, as if trying to read into her very soul.
After a while, he spoke coolly. “Hold out your hand. Put the ring on. Then come home with me. Whatever happened before, we’ll pretend It never did. You’re still Mrs. Lowry.”
