Chapter 105
Chapter 105
Sullivan had never fallen in love, but that didn’t mean he was a stranger to the art of affection.
The car was silent.
Sullivan mused to himself that if showing a bit of emotion could win back Megan’s favor, he wouldn’t
mind ying the part of a truly devoted husband.
It was a weekend evening.
The ck car pulled up to the vi, and the driver stepped out to fetch Sullivan’s suitcase and inquired
with respect, “Mr. Lowry, would you like me to carry your luggage for you?”
Dressed in sleek ck–a sharp suit was a man’s charm–Sullivan stood out against the twilight, so
dashing that even the seasoned house staff couldn’t help but steal another nce.
Sullivan casually asked, “Where’s Megan?”
Before anyone could answer, the soft strains of a violin floated down from the third floor.
The melody was gentle, made even lovelier by the encroaching dusk.
The servants couldn’t resist singing Megan’s praises, “Mrs. Lowry’s violin is a real treat to the ears!
Would you care to listen, sir?”
e in his
Sullivan allowed a small smile to grace his lips. He carried his suitcase upstairs, pushed open the door
to the study, and there he saw Megan. She was wearing an ash–grey dress that cinched at the waist,
her hair cascading down her slender back.
A beautiful sight!
He quietly admired her for a moment before setting down his suitcase and approaching her. He
wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chiseled face resting on her delicate shoulder and his
voice unusually tender as he said, “That’s a lovely dress.”
Megan was caught off guard by his embrace. The violin nearly slipped from her grasp.
Before she could collect herself, Sullivan’s hand gently caressed her waist, his touch soft and light. The
other hand set the violin aside as he guided her towards the floor–to–ceiling window, his gaze fixed on
her soft face.
It was October, and the sycamore trees outside were a ze of golden hues.
Inside, the light was warm and inviting.
They hadn’t seen each other for a week, and their reunion actually felt like rediscovering a long–lost
love.
Sullivan’s lips captured hers and ran them over in all kinds of ways. Only then did he stopped and
whispered against her tender lips, “Mrs. Lowry, you seem to have been doing quite well these days.”
Megan looked up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise. She couldn’t fathom what had
As she was about to speak, her lips were captured once more, this time not in a fleeting touch but in an
urgent, possessive kiss. They stumbled over to the couch and entwined in a tumultuous embrace.
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He didn’t undress her but continued to stroke her waist, asking if she was okay with it
He mentioned wanting her before dinner.
Sullivan’s face pressed against her neck was scorching, his masculine scent enveloping her and
sending an eversting shiver through her spine.
Megan trembled beneath him, the memory of theirst encounter somehow casting a shadow over her.
Yet she couldn’t deny Sullivan. She knew resistance would only make her life harder, it was better to go
along with him. Instead of bringing up the past, she kissed his chin softly and whispered, “Just give me
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Sullivan’s eyes were deep with longing. He touched her waist again, the firmness beneath his fingers
intoxicating.
Megan rose from beneath him, straightening her dress as she stepped out.
Sullivan sat up slightly and shrugged off his jacket. When he was about to light a cigarette to soothe the
ache in his body, Megan returned from outside with a small box in her hand.
With the cigarette poised on his lips, Sullivan watched her intently as she knelt before him, fumbling to
open the box, her movements timid as she prepared to attend to him. Suddenly, he grasped her hand
and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to use this because you find me unclean?”