Chapter 17


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    Chapter 17


    Megan dashed back to the modest apartment she was renting


    From a distance, Cora, holding on umbre, anxiously waited downstairs


    Megan slowed her pace. “Cora, howe you are here?”


    Once inside, Corn gave her a towel and began drying Megan’s damp hair while saying, “I was worried,


    so I came to check on you. How could you not call a cab in this downpour?”


    Megan repited softly. “It’s not easy to get a cab when it mins.”


    Cora urged Megan to take a shower. When she came out, Cora had heated up some soup to warm her


    up.


    As Megan sipped her soup, Cora hesitated before asking. “So, what’s thetest with you and Sullivan?”


    Megan paused. Then, continuing with her soup, she murmured, “He refuses to sign the divorce papers!


    I can’t find awyer willing to take the case just yet, but I’ve filed for separation. In two years, whether


    he likes it or not, I’ll be free.”


    Cora chose not to press further. She silently applied ointment to Megan’s finger her eyes tearing up at


    the sight of the injury.


    In those years, Megan was a high–talent student at the music academy; many maestros wanted to take


    her as a student, including that musical genius, Paxton, who had knocked on her door several times.


    Now, here she was… ying her violin in such ces.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Megan knew what was on her mind. She reassured Cora, “Once Dad gets better and my brother’s out,


    I’ll continue my studies!”


    Cora smiled. “I believe you, dear! Maybe one day you’ll be a musician.”


    Megan offered a faint smile.


    It had been a long while since she had smiled like this. When she smiled, two little tiger teeth were


    faintly visible, which was actually quite cute.


    Back in her room, she sat on the bed, carefully wiping her cherished violin.


    Then her phone rang: it was her manager from the performancepany. “Megan, there’s an opening


    for a high–end French restaurant tomorrow. They want something ssy. I thought of you night away!


    y for four hours and you’ll make 5,000 bucks–it’s like money falling from the sky! I know you need


    money. Let’s split it fifty–fifty. That’s fair, right?”


    $2,500 for four hours..


    Megan stood up abruptly. Although she was not usually sociable, she still managed to butter up the


    manager with a few kind words.


    He instructed her, “Dress up pretty tomorrow!”


    Megan hummed in acknowledgement.


    Hanging up, she couldn’t help but embrace her violin, caressing it tenderly.


    After a moment of delight, she went to pick out the right outfit. She searched for a long time, and then


    she saw the white silk blouse paired with a ck long dress. Megan looked at them and touched them,


    somewhat in a trance, this outfit was what she wore as Mrs, Lowry.


    It had been ages since she’dst worn them,


    The next evening, the at a high–end French restaurant located on a prime road in Borough City, the


    lights were brightly lit.


    Waiters bustled with their trays, weaving through the crowd.


    Megan, in a flowing silk gown with her hair swept up, entuating her neck with a pair of pearl


    earrings, looked stunning.


    Under the chandeliers, the grace with which she yed the violin was enchanting


    Through the floor–to–ceiling ss, a ck Bentley pulled up outside. Sullivan leaned against it,


    casually smoking. He wore a ck shirt and casual pants–a more rxed look than his usual business


    attire.


    Grey smoke was expelled and instantly tom apart by the night breeze,


    It was the first time Sullivan had seen Megan y the violin, His gaze was a mix of male desire and a


    possessiveness he couldn’t quite understand. He didn’t enter the restaurant but waited outside.


    He saw that from time to time, men were amazed by Megan and handed her their business cards, but


    Megan politely declined them all, focused solely on her music.


    Sullivan was


    pleased


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    He thought, as long as Megan came home with him, he could pretend her rebellion never happened.


    At half–past ten, the restaurant closed


    Megan packed up her violin and bid farewell to the restaurant mariager. He was impressed with her


    performance and paid her on the spot, saying he would call her for future events.


    Megan thanked him again.


    As she walked out of the restaurant, Sullivan saw hering out, slowly put out his cigarette in a


    leisurely manner, just as he was about to call her when someone beat him to it


    “Megan”


    She tumed toward the voice.


    A few yards away. Begonia had just parked his car and was waving through the lowered window. “Get


    in! I’ll give you a ride home.”