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Chapter 118
Chapter 118
Megan couldn’t help feeling slighted. No sooner had they been intimate than he announced he had to work late at the office, a session that apparently lasted all night.
What kind of work takes all night?
She didn’t want to overthink it, but deep down, Megan had an inkling that Sullivan’s overtime was for a woman. Ironing his shirts, she couldn’t help but recall the words he’d whispered in her ear that night which promised he wouldn’t see Cressida again..
Lost in thought, footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
It should be Sullivan!
Wom from his overnight endeavors, Sullivan looked a touch haggard as he enveloped her in a hug from behind, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to him was the one only belonged to the hospital.
His embrace was tender, but for Megan, it was like a slap in the face he’d been to the hospital, so he’d seen Cressida.
The saddest part? His promises had lasted barely a week.
Megan didn’t confront him; that felt too cheap.
Eyes downcast, she murmured softly, “Bianca called early, reminding you of an important meeting this morning. She said to make sure
you’re on time.”
Sullivan’s hand paused on her slender waist. “Why’d she call you?” he asked.
With a faint smile, Megan teased, “She didn’t keep you company during your all–nighter? Perhaps your phone was off.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
He checked his phone to find it dead. Powering it back on, he saw four missed calls from Bianca but none from Megan. Despite his absence all night, she hadn’t called once. His smile faded, “You trust me that much?”
Megan hung the freshly pressed shirt. Turning to him with a light smile, she played the part of the dutiful wife, “You said you wanted to be a faithful husband, right? Then I trust you!”
He moved to kiss her, drawn by her softness in the bathrobe.
Megan turned her face away unnoticed. Her gentle voice was the epitome of a supportive wife, “Better take a quick shower, or you’ll be late! If you’re tired at lunch, take a nap.”
Glancing at the time, Sullivan realized she was right – he was running late. He planted a quick kiss on her lips and headed for the
shower.
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In the bright closet, Megan’s face was as pale as paper, managing only a weak smile after a long while. She thought it was not that big
of a deal!
It was just her heart, quietly stirring again only to be shredded once more by him. It didn’t hurt much, just a dull ache. At least he wasn’t as harsh with her anymore.
Megan picked up his suit and began ironing, numbing herself to the emotions. She played the affectionate wife, navigating a marriage that seemed loving on the surface while working towards her own goals.
Paxton was busy preparing for a concert, and Megan
way
from home, would meet with him. Her violin skills were flourishing.
Luke, after listening, couldn’t help but tell Paxton, “You’re going to be an overnight sensation!”
Paxton, ever modest, insisted, “Can’t get cocky! Stay humble!”
In her spare time, Megan inquired about the buyer of a certain villa, but despite her persistence, the agents remained tight–lipped, only mentioning it was purchased by a well–known tycoon from Borough City and advised her to give up hope.
Megan returned home in the evening.
Sullivan was already there, watching her get out of the car in the twilight. He pulled her into his arms without a care for the driver’s presence, his voice a tender chuckle, “I’ve been waiting for you! Been busy lately?”
His gentleness was still there.
Megan couldn’t help but wonder if he turned to her for physical comfort due to Cressida’s poor health, which made it impossible for her to fulfill his needs, and also for the prospect of children.
Was this Sullivan’s idea of a favor?
Yet outwardly, she was all gentleness, “Aren’t you the busy one? You’ve hardly spent two nights at home this week. I know you’re busy with work, but others might start gossiping and saying you’re having an affair!”