Chapter 131


    Chapter 131


    A p echoed across the room, the sound hanging in the air as Sullivan’s cheek stung from the impact.


    He paused, his gaze lowering to the figure sprawled on the bed. Megan’s chest rose and fell with


    heavy, uneven breaths; her silk nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the delicate


    curve of her vicle and hinting at more intimate secrets. Her skin looked pale and fragile, like a


    porcin doll in the dim light.


    “Starting to fight back now?”


    Sullivan’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, his eyes shimmering with an unreadable


    emotion, though his voice remained


    soft.


    His fingers closed around hers, pinning them above the pristine white pillowcase… yet he hesitated,


    motionless.


    Megan’s nose was flushed red. She looked up at Sullivan, her voice nothing more than a shattered


    whisper, “Sullivan, what’s this? Are you forcing me now? If not, then let me go!”


    But Sullivan didn’t release her grip. He watched her, the vulnerability in her gaze stirring something


    within him, and after a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “When I said I wanted to start


    over, I meant it.”


    Megan turned her face away. Burying her cheek into the pillow, she murmured, “There won’t be any


    children between us or anything else. I can’t afford this game, Sullivan… It’s over between us!”


    After her deration, she stopped struggling. Shey beneath him,pletely defenseless.


    Sullivan could have taken her then, with little resistance, as she had her own Achilles‘ heel–her


    brother’s well–being was at stake. She couldn’t just throw everything away because he wasn’t done


    ying his games. No matter how unbearable it became, she still had to y the role of Mrs. Lowry.


    It was a bitter pill to swallow, a loveless existence.


    A heart encased in concrete!


    Sullivan knew this, too. He knew he could possess her, even father a child with her–they were both


    young and fertile. But he also knew that if he went through with it, it would truly be the end of whatever


    fragile thread held them together.


    Hey still for a long while until Megan’s raspy voice broke the silence, “If you’re not going to do it, then


    let me go.”


    This time, she easily shook him off, turning her back to him and lying down… Her coldness toward him


    was palpable, even in the way she turned away. Sullivan watched her silently, realizing that the tables


    had turned. Once upon a time, he had been the one to treat Megan and their marriage with


    indifference. Now, she was doing the same to him.


    He didn’t leave, choosing instead to lie beside her.


    Sullivan’s hand reached out to touch her shoulder, not with any particr intention, just a need to feel


    her… to confirm that she was still there beside him.


    But at that moment, Megan tensed.


    Sullivan’s handsome face paled.


    Later that afternoon, Bianca called to inform him that Cressida had been transferred back to the Lowry


    Hospital and was eager to see Sullivan.


    Taking his phone, Sullivan stepped out of the room. He settled onto the sofa in his study, massaging his


    temples with a hint of exhaustion. “Just tell her I’m tied up!”


    Bianca ryed his message honestly, “If you don’t show up, Cressida is being uncooperative with her


    treatment. Her mother is making a scene at the hospital; it’s quite unseemly. Mr. Lowry, have you


    considered sending Ms. Baldwin abroad for treatment?”


    Bianca was at her wit’s end. She was just a secretary, albeit one with a seven–digit sry, but dealing


    with the Baldwins at the hospital day and night was more than she could bear. And with her own


    wedding just a couple of months away.


    Hearing her plea, Sullivan actually gave it some thought.


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