Chapter 43


    Chapter 43


    Bet wasn’t surprised to see Megan. He surveyed her from his vantage point, taking in the opulent


    dress that adomed her figure.


    After a few seconds, he descended the stairs and stopped beside her with a casualpliment, “Nice


    dress, though you looked better at the hospital that day”


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    Megan was mature enough. Thinking of Bet’s cryptic remarks, his daily visits to Regal Bolt- she


    wasn’t oblivious, but she yed The fool


    Bet was not a man to trifle with


    Mrs. Lambert, blissfully unaware, introduced him with a warm smile, “Megan, this is Mr. Lambert’s


    distant cousin, Bet. A bit of a fascal since childhood, but he’s always dropping by for a visit.”


    Megan responded with a subtle smile, “We’ve met ”


    Mrs. Lambert patted her shoulder. “Silly me, I forgot Bet and Sullivan grew up together! You two


    catch up; I need to fetch those crystal sses. The staff here are always miscing things.”


    With that, Mrs. Lambert excused herself.


    Once she was gone, Bet, hands in his pockets, tumed his gaze to Megan. He lit a cigarette and


    asked, “So, nning to go back to being the belle of the Lowry estate?”


    Megan looked away, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”


    He studied her porcin face and the delicate shadow cast by hershes, charming yet innocent:


    Taking a deep drag, he left without another word


    Megan exhaled with relief.


    Interacting with Bet was always a tense affair, his moods were as unpredictable as the weather.


    Right on cue, Mrs. Lambert reappeared, having noticed nothing.


    Megan helped her with the arrangements,


    ts, busy until four in the afternoon. That’s when Sullivan called.


    “I’m in the parking lot. Go change into your gown.”


    Megan hesitated. But Mrs. Lambert overheard and chimed in with a smile, “Is Sullivan’s here for you?


    Off you go! Doll yourself up, and be the most dazzling flower tonight”


    ck B.


    Megan didn’t argue back but walked to the parking lot apanied by Mrs. Lambert. There, Sullivan’s


    sleek ck Bentley was


    Bunjeve


    The window was half down, Sullivan was the picture of sophistication in his ck and white tuxedo, a


    crisp white pleated shirt, and a luxurious ck velvet jacket.


    Stately and refined.


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    As Megan approached, he didn’t get out of the car but leaned over to open the passenger door for her.


    Mrs. Lambert couldn’t help but tease a little.


    Sullivan nodded politely and drove off with Megan.


    Megan leaned back in the seat, her rxed demeanor softening her features. Sullivan, unable to resist,


    took her delicate hand in his, caressing it gently. She withdrew it subtly


    “Cool it, Sullivan. There’s no need for that between us.” she said, her tone distant


    Sullivan, rebuffed, focused on the road. At a red light, he turned to her and asked softly, “How did


    things go with Mrs. Lambert? How did nca manage to offend her?”


    Megan gazed at the sunset clouds, her expression serene. “nca ced a M in the main hall at


    her will. But she didn’t know Mr. Lambert’s past indiscretions his mistress adored M’s work, so it


    became a sore point for Mrs. Lambert.”


    “She set up high tables for the service a faux pas. Ladies prefer low tables; high ones are for the help.”


    “Plus. Mr. Lambert’s child is allergic to red beans, and yet Bianca had the expensive chef fill every


    pastry with red beans. It was because you, Sullivan, you like them.”


    “She wanted to impress, but she crossed Mrs. Lambert


    As Megan spoke, herposure never wavered, her skin glowing, her profile delicate and exquisite.


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