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Chapter 179

    Chapter 179


    Chapter 179


    Returning to the vi felt like stepping into another lifetime.


    Sullivan parked the car at the front of the vi, gracefully handed Megan her coat, and said with a deep


    look, “The snow’s not too heavy. Let’s walk together when you get out.”


    Megan was concerned about Shirley, “Will it be too cold?”


    Sullivan nced back at the dog, then slowly said to Megan, “I’ll hold it close. As long as you’re not


    jealous.”


    Megan put on her coat, opened the car door, and retorted, “As if I would be!”


    Sullivan chuckled softly and reached out to pick up Shirley, petting its head.


    He whispered, “Looks like Mommy’s upset!”


    Shirley ba


    Shirley barked twice in response.


    Sullivan, with his coat on and carrying the dog, closed the car door and caught up to Megan in a few


    quick steps.


    He walked beside her, with Shirleyfortably nestled in his arms.


    The snow fell gently around them.


    After a moment, Megan couldn’t resist reaching out to gently pat Shirley’s head.


    As she withdrew her hand, Sullivan caught it.


    His warm palm easily enveloped hers; the slight touch of dry and moist fingertips carried a hint of


    flirtation. And then he ced her hand in his coat pocket while lightly wrapping his arm around her


    waist, pulling her close.


    “Sullivan!” Megan’s voice was husky, calling his name, wanting him to let go.


    Sullivan looked down at her. He remained silent, but his eyes in the twilight held an indescribable


    tenderness…


    With the cold and the snow, the housekeeper had thoughtfully prepared a fondue pot, mentioning how


    the mushrooms were particrly fresh and encouraged Megan to try more.


    Megan found it delicious.


    The housekeeper smiled, “As long as madam enjoys it! I’ll have some fresh ones sent overter.”


    Saying this, she wiped her hands on her apron and went back to the kitchen.


    The vi was warm; Sullivan had taken off his coat, remaining in a crisp white shirt and dark grey


    trousers. He opened a bottle of red wine. A few bites of the fondue and a couple of sses of wine


    later, his face had a healthy flush, looking even more charming.


    He ate sparingly, focusing instead on serving Megan, who softly protested she couldn’t eat that much.


    Sullivan held his wine ss; lightly swirling it.


    His gaze on her was deep, yful, yet assertive.


    Megan hadn’t nned on staying overnight, but then she thought, she and Sullivan were only


    separated.


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    Acting coy like a teenage girl in love seemed pretentious, so she didn’t mention leaving.


    As the night progressed, the snow grew heavier.


    In the east bedroom, the heating was turned up high, warm as spring.


    ? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    Megan, after her bath, sat in front of the vanity, applying moisturizer. Halfway through, she impulsively


    opened a small drawer. Her half–burnt diary had been repaired, lying quietly inside.


    If not for the half–empty pages, she might have thought nothing had ever happened, that the


    arguments and sadness were just illusions… But the nk pages reminded her that those were all real.


    [I won’t let go; just not ready yet!]


    [Sullivan, it’s over!]


    [Sullivan, I’m tired. I can’t deal with you anymore.]


    Memories of hurt and me surged like a tide, moistening Megan’s eyes.


    “What are you thinking about?”


    Strong arms wrapped around her waist, the heat from Sullivan’s shower enveloping her through the


    thin robe, pressing against her lower back with a readiness that made Megan’s legs weak.


    Her voice was fragile, “Nothing!”


    She ced the diary back in the drawer and closed it.


    Sullivan’s face was close to hers; looking together into the mirror, he murmured, “Nothing? Then why is


    your face so red?”


    Megan dared not look into the mirror.


    Sullivan, fresh from the shower and wearing only a loosely tied robe, was a sight of temptation.


    Sullivan then asked, “When shall we take those wedding photos?”


    Getting married to Sullivan and taking a dreamy set of wedding photos had once been Megan’s


    youthful fantasy. But now, shecked that eagerness, responding lightly. “There’s no need!”


    Sullivan scooped her up in his arms and ced her at the end of the bed.
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