Book Trk
Chapter 111
Chapter 111
When dawn’s early light crept into the bedroom, Sullivan awoke to find Megan’s side of the bed empty.
He thought she might be in the walk–in closet, so with a graceful roll out of bed, he tiptoed in that direction.
His suit and shirt for the day were neatly hung up, with a matching watch and cufflinks laid out… but no sign of Megan,
Sullivan figured she might be downstairs whipping up breakfast.
After freshening up, he donned his clothes and made his way downstairs with a spring in his step.
In the dining room, the housekeeper was setting the table, placing two freshly baked croissants and his usual cup of strong black coffee. The morning’s newspaper was to be placed on the left, as per his wife’s instructions.
Upon seeing Sullivan descend, the housekeeper greeted him with a respectful “Good morning, sir.”
Sullivan took a seat; casually flipping through the paper before inquiring, “Where’s Megan?”
The housekeeper paused, then with a gentle voice informed him, “She left early this morning, mentioned something about visiting her family. Said she might stay a few days.”
“Got it,” Sullivan replied nonchalantly. But a subtle smile creased his lips as he took the cup to sip the coffee. He thought Megan might just be feeling shy.
After what he’d said to her last night, although she hadn’t verbally responded, she did respond to his kiss. He remembered her teary eyes and quivering body.
After breakfast, Sullivan prepared to head to the office. As he settled into his car and buckled up, he couldn’t resist checking his phone for a WhatsApp message from Megan, but his Mrs. Lowry had sent
none.
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At the Quigley Apartment.
Joseph was already discharged from the hospital and was making good progress, which was a silver lining in his life. All he needed was weekly visits to the rehab center.
However, he always stayed confined to his room.
Megan was helping Cora make pies as Cora softly encouraged her, “Give it some time. Your dad will come around.”
Megan nodded.
Cora looked up from sealing a pie and eyed Megan, noting her healthy complexion, and figured Sullivan hadn’t been giving her trouble lately. She broached the subject cautiously, “Any more rumors about that star called Alena and Sullivan?”
Megan’s thoughts drifted to the previous night.
Sullivan had assured her that there was nothing between him and Alena, nor had he been involved with
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Cressida.
She believed him, there was no reason for him to lie.
Megan bit her lip and whispered, “He said it was a misunderstanding.”
Cora patted her hand, “A misunderstanding that’s got you staying here a few days?”
Megan was at a loss for words. She felt a flutter of panic, preferring the arrangement they used to have- Sullivan occasionally visiting to fulfill his desires and then going their separate ways. It was more
effortless for her.
But last night, he seemed different. The things he said were as if he wanted to start over.
Megan’s heart was in turmoil when her phone rang. It was Sullivan.
Cora tactfully excused herself.
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After a moment’s hesitation, Megan answered the call. Neither spoke at first, the faint sound of their breathing over the phone easily brought back memories of last night’s intimate whispers. Sullivan’s breath was sprayed on the soft skin behind her ear, his desire evident even as circumstances made it inconvenient. In that case, he had whispered to her for what felt like an eternity.
Megan couldn’t bear to think further. She was the first to break the silence, “Sullivan, I want to stay at my dad’s for a few days.”
After a brief pause, he replied in a gentle tone, “Megan, are you avoiding me?”
The silence returned. His voice grew softer, “Is it because of last night? Are you scared?”
Megan’s heart pounded like a drum. In her nervousness, she actually just ended the call. Hanging up, she touched the phone tenderly, feeling the warmth still lingering on her ear.