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Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Megan watched him, a calm smile graced her lips. “Alright! I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
As she stood to leave, their paths crossed.
Sullivan suddenly gmsped her slender wrist, pulling her gently until she was close. Her cheek brushed softly against his shoulder, her fair skin contrasting with his dark grey shirt, accentuating her delicate features
Megan blinked slowly.
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Sullivan seemed to have forgotten that he had just been the talk of the town In Crossover City and caused a scandal that had his ex storming over none too pleased Shouldn’t he be tending to that fire instead?
Megan gently pulled away. She granted him a gracious smile, then ascended the stairs. Her silhouette was poised and graceful. She had been back by his side for some time now, showing no signs of recent hardship she had endured. She had that air of innate grace, which was a characteristic of someone raised in luxury.
Sullivan was momentarily lost in thought.
Cressida womed about his reaction, fidgeted with the hem of her blouse and said with a trembling voice, “Mr. Lowry, we came… out of
concem for Mrs. Lowry!”
Dahlia suddenly caught on and chimed in, “Yes, exactly! We’re here to keep Mrs. Lowry company! With the scandal in Crossover City, Mrs. Lowry must be feeling quite upset”
Sullivan scoffed coldly. He sauntered into the room and took the seat Megan had just vacated. Her leftover coffee was still warm,
Sullivan took a small sip. He remained silent, and Cressida, unable to gauge his thoughts, felt her palms sweating with nerves. She also noticed something that Mr. Lowry shared the same posture and expression as his wife when they drank coffee, which made her feel somewhat inferior.
After a while, Sullivan finally looked up. His tone was chilly. “My wife doesn’t need your company.” he said.
The Baldwin women were taken aback, struggling to respond until Cressida’s voice shook, “Mr. Lowry, I promise this is the last time. We won’t bother Mrs. Lowry anymore. Please believe me, okay? Consider it… consider it for the old times when I helped you.”
Sullivan’s gaze fell on her, and then to her injured legs.
She still couldn’t stand after a few surgeries. Maybe she never would again.
Sullivan’s expression softened ever so slightly, but he didn’t respond directly. Instead, he called for the house staff. “Arrange a car to take Ms. Baldwin back to the hospital. And tell the gatekeeper not to let them in anymore!
The staff hurried to comply
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As Sullivan left, he dropped a warning. “Know your limits. My patience has its end.”
Cressida couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
Sullivan walked upstairs as he heard the sound of engine in the driveway–The Baldwin women must have left.
He knocked on the bedroom door before entering.
Megan was lounging on the living room sofa and engrossed in a book with a plate of cookies nearby. She seemed in good spirits.
Sullivan approached, picked up a cookie, and watched her tranquil face as he echoed the words she had once said to Alena, “Mr. Lowry’s running a bit of a fever, so remind him not to exert himself!”
His tone carried a hint of sarcasm and Megan could surely tell.
She set down her book and looked up at him, “Or perhaps I should have lashed out over the phone, told her that I am Mrs. Lowry and I’m staking my claim? But Sullivan, if your lover can just come to and leave our home unscathed, what can I do but be magnanimous?”
Sullivan sat down across from her. He gazed at his wife and his voice was hoarse with emotion, “You are so composed even if Cressida barges into our home. Megan, do you truly not care anymore? Is this how you plan to handle our marriage from now on, keeping it–and me–at arm’s length?”