Chapter 172


    Chapter 172


    Early in the morning, Megan woke to find Sullivan’s handsome face erged and close as he slept on


    the couch One hand was tucked under his head while the other dominantly rested on Megan’s waist,


    emanating warmth.


    His shirt was in disarray, his ck trousers intact, though the belt was removed.


    Megan assessed her own state


    She was rtively put together but her intuition told her something was amiss beneath, and indeed,


    buried in the couch crevice was a thin, sheer piece of ckce


    Her cheeks burned.


    Last night she and Sullivan had done it


    Attempting to move without waking him proved futile when the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her


    back against him. Adults as they were, the intimacy of their proximity spoke volumes.


    The atmosphere was charged.


    Sullivan’s hand gently patted her waist, his voice deep and husky, “Stay still! Don’t make me lose


    control again, and don’t you cry about


    Megan ceased struggling,fortably nestling against him, waiting for the moment to pass.


    Eventually Sullivan softly caressed her shoulder, his gaze intense, “Aboutst night, should I take


    responsibility?”


    Megan’s memories of the evening were fragmented.


    She couldn’t recall the specifics, but perhaps it was for th


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    the best, sparing her the psychological burden.


    She sat up, gracefully running her fingers through her hair.


    The hands of a violinist, truly a sight to behold.


    Sullivan watched her, a rare leisure in his posture that hismitment to the Lowry Group seldom


    allowed. This moming, he was content to simply admire his wife in the morning light.


    He gently caught her hand. His voice softened, “Why so quiet?”


    Megan nced at the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, momentanly lost in thought, then softly


    said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t officially filed for


    divorce, so one more time doesn’t really make a difference!”


    Embarrassed, she couldn’t bear to confront the piece of ckce and retreated to her room to


    change.


    Afterward, she began tidying the living room.


    Megan had be quite the homemaker during her three years of marriage to Sullivan. Organizing


    and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing smile ying on his lips,


    “Letting go so easily? Last night, you were under me, crying like a kitten, begging me to stop!”


    Megan’s cheeks med, “I was drunk, I don’t remember


    Sullivan didn’t press further. He retrieved the delicate garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and


    teasing, “From our movie date?” “I don’t remember.”


    Sullivan looked at her, recalling her promise to try on every lingerie piece for him, a promise yet


    unfulfilled.


    Megan’s eyes moistened at the memory of their brief happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his


    commitment to being a good husband despite his struggles with love. How naive she had been to


    believe.


    Megan snatched the lingerie, her voice low, “There won’t be a next time, Sullivan. For some


    experiences, once is enough for a lifetime.” Looking up slightly, she forced her tears back and said,


    “There was no point in youing over and sleeping here! The problems between us wouldn’t go


    away just because of that. Nheless, I have to thank you for what you’ve done for my dad and


    Lucia. So, if you thinkst night wasn’t enough…


    She approached him, taking the initiative to sit on hisp, understanding his desires and their shared


    history intimately.


    Megan kissed his chin messily.


    Sullivan held her still, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no need to worry


    about getting me pregnant!”


    Sullivan, annoyed, retorted, “Why would I worry? I wore a condomst night!”


    Megan’s face turned a deeper shade of red, unustomed to his blunt manner. After a moment,


    Sullivan’s imitation seemed to fade, and he moved to kiss her gently, “Can’t you tell if we did it or not


    last night?”


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    Megan looked up at him, wide–eyed


    Sullivan teased her neck, his voice rough “What am I to do with you? So easily fooled. How can I let


    you go… hmm?”


    He didn’t touch her further.


    Megany on the couch, her heart softening, as Shirley, their dog, nestled beside her


    Megan couldn’t resist pettina hei


    Woot woof


    Shirley wagged its tail happily, circling Megan like a delighted child, Megan couldn’t help butugh, it’s


    adorable”


    Sullivan brought the dog into Megan’s arms. He leaned in close, almost covering herpletely, his


    gaze intense, “Megan, how about being its mom?”