Chapter 115


    Chapter 115


    Sullivan flicked on the bedsidemp, bathing the room in a soft glow. He propped himself up against


    the pillows and fixed Megan with a deep gaze, “What do you think?”


    Megan had no idea.


    With a faint smile, Sullivan’s voice was so husky and maic at night, “Megan, I’ve never truly loved


    anyone, and I don’t even know what it feels like. But this is the first time I’ve cared about a woman–


    cared enough to ditch my rules, cared enough to chase after you and fix your leaky faucet,”


    He paused, then continued, “Or do you think I’m just looking for someone to warm my bed? You should


    know, if it were just about that, there are plenty of pretty women out there to satisfy that need”


    Megan wasn’t one to indulge him, “I’m not stopping you.”


    Sullivan chuckled softly. Under the light, his features were chiseled, the edge of his eyes and brows


    carrying the charm of a mature man. Megan knew if he wanted thepany of young girls, he wouldn’t


    need to spend a dime.


    Sullivan gently caressed her cheek. In a hushed tone, he said, “Maybe it’s age catching up with me, but


    I find myself longing for a family life. Megan, I want us to have a child, a boy or a girl… But more than


    that, I want your affection, like the kind you write about in a diary, where your eyes and heart are filled


    with only me.”


    As Sullivan spoke, he thought he was just sweet–talking her, and his words were just a ploy to keep her


    by his side. But when the words left his mouth, an unexpected thought bubbled up within him.


    Forget the past and start over with her. And to truly love her.


    Yet that absurd thought was just fleeting. Sullivan mused that perhaps domestic life had softened his


    mind that he literally wanted to love Megan genuinely.


    Sullivan’s tender words were moving, and he was the kind of man Megan had pined for in her youth. As


    he spoke, she couldn’t help but feel a stir of emotion. It’s just that the hardships she had endured in


    their years of marriage made her hesitant to again ce her feelings in someone’s hands, especially


    someone like Sullivan.


    Megan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She leaned against the headboard, quietly staring at the


    opposite wall.


    It took her a long time before she spoke in a low voice, “Sullivan, I don’t know if you’re sincere, but if


    you are, it’s toote for us. A world meant for three is too crowded! And I don’t know if this is just a


    whim… Today you say you want my affection, but you might discard it like an old rag tomorrow, not


    even sparing it a nce.”


    Her voice trembled slightly, “Sullivan, falling for someone takes courage, and I’m no longer that 18–


    year–old girl.”


    Megan finished speaking, her gaze lingering on him. There was a touch of sadness, her eyes misty


    with


    tears.


    Sullivan gently wiped away her tears, whispering, “Megan, I’m not being impulsive. I’m serious… I want


    to start over with you!”


    After he spoke, he tenderly cradled the nape of her neck. Kissing her, he was nearly moved. He


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    that years of marriage must have softened even the sturdiest of hearts. He guessed he must have


    developed some fondness for Megan.


    But he knew well enough that this fondness was not love. He wanted Megan and her affection, and he


    also made concessions for her. He told her that from now on, he would let Bianca handle all matters


    rted to Cressida–he wouldn’t see Cressida anymore.


    Megan turned to look at him, and even though every ounce of reason told her not to be moved, her


    emotions tipped the scales. She decided to trust him once more.


    In a soft voice, she said, “Sullivan, maybe I’ll take years or decades to find the fondness I had for you.


    Will you still want it then?”


    As she spoke, her bathrobe hung loosely and her hair slightly disheveled, exuding a fragile beauty.


    Sullivan kissed her tenderly.


    After a long while, he pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “I will.”


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    Sullivan left for a project in Crossover City for a week.


    Megan didn’t reach out to him much during that.


    Sullivan had expressed a desire to start anew, but Megan still held on to a woman’s pride–she didn’t


    want to appear too eager. With age, she learned that men don’t value women who are too forward.


    Men’s excitement fades, and they grow tired. Especially after three years of marriage.


    But Sullivan, every night around ten, would call her, and if it was toote, he would send a WhatsApp


    message. He was as attentive as a man in the throes of first love, or as a husband deeply in love with


    his wife. He was so good to her that Megan felt it was almost too good to be true.