Chapter 34


    Chapter 34


    She slipped out of her little ck dress, standing in only her ck lingerie, her pale skin glowing softly


    under the dim light


    With a creak, the door swung open.


    Megan, startled, quickly grabbed a shirt to cover her chest and turned around to see who it was.


    In the doorway stood Sullivan. His gaze fixed on her as he slowly shut the dressing room door behind


    him……


    Megan bit her lip “Sullivan, this is the women’s dressing room!”


    But Sullivan acted as if he hadn’t heard her. He approached her, and before she could react, he took


    the shirt from her hands. Then, with one hand, he pinned her against the locker to scrutinize her in the


    light.


    Megan wasn’t ustomed to this. Her skin prickled with tiny goosebumps. She shivered slightly.


    She dared not scream for fear of drawing others in.


    But Sullivan did nothing more. He just quietly looked her over as if they had never been husband and


    wife… as if it was his first time seeing her body.


    There wasn’t even a trace of desire in his eyes.


    After a long moment, his grip rxed.


    Megan tumed her back to him, her fingers trembling slightly as she dressed. She tried to sound


    nonchnt. “Sullivan, what’s the meaning of this?”


    Sullivan was a mix of emotions.


    During their three–year marriage, he disregarded Megan.


    When she proposed divorce, he hadn’t taken it seriously. In his mind, Megan seemed to belong


    exclusively to him. It never urred to him that so many men coveted his wife, and he had been


    oblivious all along.


    He moved closer to her from behind. His breath, tinged with a faint scent of tobo, warmed her


    delicate earlobe, tuming a small patch of her clear skin a tempting pale pink


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    Sullivan’s eyes lowered, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved, and his voice came out huskier than


    usual, “What am I to do you, Mrs. Lowry? A femme fatale, aren’t you?”


    Megan didn’t understand his meaning, and Sullivan didn’t want her to.


    On the ride back to the Lowry Mansion, he was silent, only asionally ncing at her when stopping


    at red lights, making Megan’s skin crawl. But she didn’t tter herself into thinking Sullivan had


    suddenly fallen for her


    She wasn’t that vain.


    Late at night, a ck Bentley pulled into the Lowry Mansion. As the car stopped, Sullivan said casually,


    “Consider a job change. Ill arrange something for you.”


    His tone was ambiguous, and Megan couldn’t be bothered to guess his intentions.


    She gripped the car door handle, softly saying, “Sullivan, I don’t know what’s on your mind, but I quite


    like my job! And I don’t to arrange anything for me!”


    She had taken a job to move away from him. If she epted his offer, then what was the point of


    everything she had done?


    Megan tried to get out of the car, but Sullivan caught her wrist.


    need


    you


    His eyes were a depth she had never seen, especially captivating when angry. They were locked in this


    standoff for what felt like half a minute before Sullivan finally asked in a steady voice, “Megan, is it that


    you don’t want anything I give you? Do you really hate me that much?”


    Megan couldn’t break free from his grip. She blinked, her voice a trace bewildered, “It’s not hate!”


    “Then what is it?”


    Sullivan pressed, but their conversation was cut short.


    The car door suddenly swung open.


    The servant outside, seeing their sped hands, beamed, “Madam Heloise heard some noise, knew it


    was the young master bringing the young mistress home, and specially asked me toe get you!”


    Megan knew he had misunderstood and tried to pull away. But Sullivan didn’t release her hand.


    Instead, he held it, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her soft hand, pretending to be the picture


    of a loving couple!