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Chapter 48
Chapter 48
Sullivan’s gaze was tender, his voice slightly hoarse as he complimented. “That dress looks stunning on you”
It was perhaps the warmest moment they’d shared in their t
three years of marriage.
Megan felt a wave of emotion, but all she did was offer a slight smile and say. “Thanks.”
They ascended the staircase, one after the other
The aging infrastructure had Sullivan frowning, but thankfully, the broken hallway light had been fixed.
Behind them, a silver car lingered in the night.
Bianca sat inside, quietly watching the direction they disappeared to. She was dressed in a white gown, bold and beautiful, that was meant for the gala. She had followed them from the Lambert Mansion.
She saw Sullivan guide Megan out, his expression softer than she’d ever witnessed before, his possessive gestures unmistakable as his palm seemed to never leave Megan’s slender waist.
She had always thought Sullivan was indifferent towards Megan. She had also believed that Megan, in an unloving marriage, had been tormented for three years, scarred all over. Yet, at the gala, Megan was the center of attention! Her violin performance was breathtakingly beautiful!
That’s why Sullivan couldn’t help but steal a kiss from her in the car earlier.
Bianca gripped the steering wheel, her face the picture of dejection.
She couldn’t accept this!
She took out her phone, picked a photo of Sullivan and Megan dancing, and sent it to Cressida through a private Twitter account. She was certain, upon seeing such an intimate photo, Cressida wouldn’t be able to sit still!
Bianca chuckled to herself.
There were codain things, and if she couldn’t have them, neither would Megan.
Megan’s residence was modest.
Sullivan, nearly six–foot–two, had to duck to avoid the door frame as he entered
Once inside, he couldn’t quite stretch out and looked somewhat cramped sitting on the only armchair. Megan seemned more at ease. She headed to their bedroom to change out of her dress into more comfortable clothes.
She went to the kitchen to cook
Sullivan took off his coat, leaned back on the sofa with a cigarette, his eyes fixed on Megan’s figure.
In the past, after work, Megan would cook for him just like this.
But he had never truly watched her. Even in bed, he hadn’t paid much attention to her features. He knew only that her skin was pale, her waist slim, her legs long and straight.
He often lost himself in their physical intimacy, even without love,
He watched quietly.
The cigarette between his fingers released a thin veil of smoke, encircling him in a soft haze.
Megan prepared two bowls of pasta
The rich broth, finely shredded chicken, a handful of pasta, topped with a plump poached egg and a couple of bright green veggies, and finally, a few drops of oil
The aroma alone was mouthwatering.
Sullivan stubbed out his cigarette and moved to the small dining table to eat. As a man from a wealthy family, he wasn’t used to such a modest setting and took a while to get comfortable. He took a bite and found it delicious.
Sullivan looked up at Megan, who was eating gracefully across from him, and said softly, “How did you pick up these domestic skills, given your background as a Quigley?” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Megan paused, pasta in mid–air,
was a complete novice in the kitchen. She had learned to cook because of
So, Sullivan still didn’t know that when they got mamed, she was a complet his pickiness.
But whether he knew or not didn’t matter anymore.
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“It’s just simple stuff, not hard to leam Megan replied indifferently.
Sullivan held her gaze for a moment longer before falling silent
After dinner, Megan took the dishes in wesh
Sullivan remained at the table, pulling out another cigarette but not lighting it, just holding it between his lips as he continued to watch Megan’s profile. His gaze was especially captivating when he was focused
The kitchen light bathed Megan in a warm glow. The sight of her, eyes downcast and engrossed in her task, was somehow deeply altuning at least Sullivan found himself wanting to embrace her tight then