Chapter 70


    Chapter 70


    Sullivan’s brow knotted slightly as he twirled his pen between his fingers. His mind wandered back to


    Cressida’s dining habits and the sounds she made. He could tolerate it, but he wondered if Paxton


    would mind.


    Indeed, Bianca was a seasoned pre in the corpomte world


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    With just a lift of an eyebrow Sullivan conveyed his thoughts, and nca, ever so attentive, reassured


    him, “Don’t you worry, Mr. Lowry I remind Ms. Baldwin about her table manners in the car. Paxton


    comes from an old–money family, these things matter to him.”


    Sullivan didn’t respond, but Bianca was certain she was right. She sneered inwardly at Cressida,


    thinking, “Eating like a pig and dreaming of marrying Mr. Lowry? Dream on!”


    Cressida, however, seemed oblivious to these judgments. She had dressed with care, donning a white


    frock withyers ofce, romantic and beautiful, making her face appear as delicate as a blossom


    Bianca, pushing Cressida’s wheelchair downstairs, looked down at her with disdain. “Country


    bumpkin!” she thought. “Short and dowdy in that outfit!”


    with Sulliv


    Settling into the car, Cressida was quite pleased. nca sat shotgun, meaning she had the privilege of


    sitting in the back with Sullivan


    She nced at Sullivan’s stoic face and mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Lowry, what do you think of


    my dress? Do you think Paxton will like it?”


    Bianca coughed lightly from the front seat.


    Sullivan cast a polite nce and said nonchntly, “It’s fine.”


    Bolstered by his response, Cressida grew more confident. Her mother always said that men loved


    women in white, that it was instinctively alluring


    Today, she was on a mission. Not only was she to dine with Paxton, but she also nned to find a way


    to go home with Mr. Lowry. Perhaps y the drunk card and stay over. She believed no man could


    resist that. Once she had a physical affair with Mr. Lowry, she could legitimately demand Sullivan to


    divorce Megan.


    After all, he didn’t love Megan.


    Lost in her fantasies, Cressida barely noticed the car stopping.


    She expected Sullivan to carry her out, as he had once before.


    But Sullivan stepped out and left it to the fifty–something driver to lift her. She refused to get out until


    nca, with a cool tone, admonished, “Ms. Baldwin, Mr. Lowry’s time is precious!”


    By then, Sullivan had walked away


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    Bianca’s words grew harsher, “Ms. Baldwin, you’ve been through a marriage, suffered abuse that left


    you disabled. Mr. Lowry is just helping you out of pity, to get treatment and fulfill your dreams. As for


    anything else, best not to get ahead of yourself.”


    She added a reminder, “Your mother assaulted Mrs. Lowryst time, and Mr. Lowry was not pleased.”


    Cressida disbelieved. “How could that be? Mr. Lowry didn’t me me.”


    Bianca scoffed.


    Naive! If he didn’t rebuke her, it was to save her dignity, Couldn’t this fool sense Sullivan’s growing


    coldness? Whenever Cressida’s name came uptely, Mr. Lowry seemed imitable


    Women have a sixth sense, and nca felt that Sullivan’s heart was with Megan.


    Otherwise, why h hadn’t he divorced her?


    Amid this tangled conversation, Paxton’s assistant emerged from the hotel, greeting Sullivan warmly,


    “Mr. Lowry, Paxton has long admired you and has been eager to meet you! For your first encounter,


    Paxton has prepared your favorite peach blossom brew. Tonight, we shall drink to our heart’s content”


    Sullivan’s eyebrows arched gracefully. Adjusting his cufflinks with a casual air, he replied. “I barely


    know Paxton. How could he possibly know of this little indulgence of mine?”