Chapter 113


    Chapter 113


    As the autumn evening unfurled a tapestry of fiery hues across the sky, Megan made her way back to


    the Quigley Apartment.


    Upon opening the front door, the warm and soothing voice of Sullivan greeted her.


    “Back in my college days, if a pipe burst, I’d be the one fixing it.”


    “And if my clothes get dirty, I’ll just change them in the morning. No need to fuss, Cora!”


    What on earth was he doing here?


    Megan closed the door behind her and quietly changed out of her shoes. Cora, hearing the familiar


    sound of Megan’s arrival, came out to meet her with a whispered update. “He’s been here for over an


    hour, even fixed the kitchen sink! Is he here to take you back home?” she asked.


    Cora’s surprise was evident.


    How could Sullivan, who was always so haughty, have ever handled such things? It seemed that when


    men decided to woo you, they’d go through any lengths.


    Shrugging off her coat, Megan stated softly, “I’m staying home tonight.”


    Cora breathed a sigh of relief, “Alright then, I’ll start dinner. We’ll talk it over at the table, and try not to


    ruffle


    your father’s feathers. He won’t say it, but he’s really got his reservations about Sullivan.”


    Megan knew this well and nodded in agreement.


    Just then, Sullivan emerged from the kitchen and identally locked eyes with her. He gazed at her


    quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft tone, “Cora mentioned you went to an art exhibit. Did


    you catch an eye infection from all that art staring?”


    Megan felt slightly ufortable.


    It was something Bet had said earlier, about sacrificing everything, that had reminded her of her


    own reckless abandon in the past, and how it hadn’t ended well.


    She covered it up by saying, “It’s quite windy outside. Got some dust in my eyes.”


    Sullivan didn’t press further.


    Dinner was served with Joseph maintaining a chilly demeanor throughout the meal. In an attempt to


    lighten the mood, Cora looked at Megan and suggested tentatively, “How about you go back with


    Sullivan tonight? The neighbors will have their dance parties out till the wee hours. You’re not used to


    that kind of noise being all cozy in your vi and all.”


    Megan remained silent.


    Sullivan, setting down his fork with a slight smile, chimed in, “Cora, a little bustle is quite refreshing! I’ll


    stay here with Megan for a couple of days to keep you and Joseph’spany.”


    Cora simply kept her eyes on her te.


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    Sullivan’s thick skin was imprable. How could Megan possibly outmaneuver him?


    After dinner and some light conversation, Sullivan followed Megan back to her room.


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    It was a decent–sized bedroom about forty square meters,plete with a small sitting area and an


    ensuite bathroom.


    Sullivan was a clean freak. So as soon as they entered the bedroom, he began to undress, slipping out


    of his shirt and trousers until he was left in nothing but a pair of sleek ck boxer briefs that were


    snugly outlining his form.


    Megan, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks, averted her eyes.


    Catching a glimpse of her embarrassment, Sullivan casually tossed his car keys to her. “There’s a


    change of clothes in the trunk of my car. Would you mind fetching them for me?” he required.


    Megan realized Sullivan hade prepared.


    When Sullivan entered the shower, she went after him and asked, “How long are you staying?”


    Sullivan turned on the shower and soon the water filled the bathroom. It made his voice hazy and a


    littlenguid, “Until you decide toe home with me.”


    He is so cheeky, Megan thought.


    She went downstairs to get him a change of clothes. And after her return, she found Sullivan had


    already emerged from the shower, his body loosely draped in a bathrobe, his hair damp. He was


    lounging on the sofa by the window andzily flicking a lighter in his hand.


    Upon seeing Megan’s return, he asked nonchntly, “I had Bianca check. You haven’t used the bank


    card I gave you. Why not spend my money?”


    Megan didn’t respond immediately. She carefully hung up his clothes, smoothing out any creases


    because she knew how Sullivan valued order. Only then did she reply, “I still have some of my own


    money left.”


    Sullivan reached his arms, pulling her down to sit in hisp.


    Megan had barely settled when she started feeling uneasy. A quick nce down sent her blushing


    furiously.


    Sullivan gently traced her soft cheek, seemingly unfazed, “It’s not as if you’ve never seen it before.


    Why so shy?”


    With her face turned away, Megan leaned against his shoulder.


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