Chapter 102
Chapter 102
After their intense encounter, Sullivan released Megan and headed into the bathroom for a shower.
When he emerged, he was the picture of elegance in a crisp suit, while Megan was a disheveled mess,
even too exhausted to move.
Sullivan had been rough with her, and it showed. He gave her a disdainful nce, then he snorted and
left
the room.
Settling into his sleek ck Bentley, he didn’t drive off immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette and took a
long, contemtive drag.
Truth be told, the encounter hadn’t been all that satisfying for him either. Megan had been
ufortable, and it had dampened his spirits too. Still, there was a perverse thrill in the psychological
domination.
Just the sight of her pained expression had excited him, and he couldn’t shake it off.
The thin smoke swirled around him, adding an air of mystery as he pondered over his wife and her
words.
She had asked him if he was ready to love her, to invest emotionally.
Sullivan chuckled at his own self–deprecation.
Raised in a household devoid of warm emotions, he didn’t know how to love, nor did he have the desire
to. Yet, he was fixated on Megan’s affection for him, and he couldn’t understand why.
Perhaps it was her diary that had sparked this obsession.
He wanted to keep her close, to watch her descend into devotion, to see her love with abandon. For
Sullivan, it was a luxury.
And luxury alwayses at a high price.
With a shake of his head, Sullivan cleared his mind of the turmoil and drove to hispany.
Their rtionship had turned frosty after the incident.
Sullivan hadn’te home for days, and he wasn’t staying at thepany either. The gossip
columnists had a field day when they caught him with Cressida, who was gazing at him adoringly from
the passenger seat of his car, while Sullivan remained expressionless.
Rumors flew that he had spent a whopping $80 million on a love nest for him and Cressida, which had
convinced everyone that no matter how stunning Alena, the big–screen star, was, she couldn’t
compare to the innocent allure of Cressida, the “girl–next–door“. Men, it seemed, preferred simplicity.
Even Cressida found herself fantasizing about the $80 million mansion, longing that Sullivan had really
bought it for her.
Dahlia advised her to y it cool.
“Cressida, darling,” Dahlia said to her, “that Alena from Crossover City has disappeared off the radar. It
seems Mr. Lowry’s fling with her was just a brief encounter, a moment’s folly. And that other one at
home doesn’t seem to be of much use either. So Mr. Lowry seems to hold you closest to his heart, after
all”
Cressida, with a coquettish smile, replied, “It’s because I was the one who woke him from hisa all
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those years ago. His feelings for me are tinged with gratitude.”
Dahliaughed along, then lowered her voice to remind her daughter, “Cressida, make sure you never
tell anyone about the switcheroo. If word gets out, we could lose everything we’ve climbed so hard to
achieve
Cressida paled, chastising her mother, “Mom, what are you talking about? I didn’t pull any switch. It
was me who woke Mr. Lowry; it had nothing to do with Megan. I never pretended to be her!”
“Right, right, my mistake!” Dahlia quickly agreed.
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Cressida’s mood lifted once more.
Everyone pitied Megan, feeling that her position as Mrs. Lowry was a tragic one,
Lucia called again, railing against Sullivan as a “tramp” andbeling Cressida a “siren“… How else
could she remain at Sullivan’s side with her looks?
Megan chatted with Lucia for a bit before hanging up.
Just then, a servant’s voice came from the door, “The car is ready, ma’am. Are you leaving now?”
‘I’ll be down shortly,” Megan replied.
The servant hesitated before adding, “Bianca’s people just delivered some of Mr. Lowry’s clothes. They
said he’ll be staying out for a while longer and asked you to prepare a few sets of clothes for him to
take.” Megan read between the lines. She didn’t get angry with a husband who didn’te home,
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