Novel Update
Chapter 157
Chapter 157
Echo Pavilion had
The next morning, Sullivan was on his way to the office when the maid informed him that someone from the Ed delivered two items for him.
Sullivan buttoned up his cufflinks, his face relaxing into a hint of curiosity as he asked, “Where are they?”
The maid presented two meticulously wmpped boxes, offering to carry them upstairs, but Sullivan declined, “Ive got it.”
He took the boxes upstairs and carefully opened them.
The items, now restored and clean, still bore the unmistakable mark of their history. As the restorer had said, the highest craftsmanship couldn’t mend the past nor bring back the words Megan had once written
It was the diary that filled with Megan’s passionate and somewhat naive musings,
Sullivan’s fingers gently traced the words, his expression tender. Reading them, it was as if Megan was still 18, her affection for him vibrant and undeniable.
He lingered over the pages before hanging a photo on the wall.
Three days later, Megan ran into Sullivan at a networking event.
She and Luke were there to woo sponsors over dinner, and after a couple of glasses of red wine, she was feeling dizzy. A splash of cold water in the restroom did little to sober her up
The evening was a bust…
Megan knew too well. Being Sullivan’s estranged wife, few dared to cross him by investing in her concert. Their separation was public knowledge, and no one wanted to risk Sullivan’s displeasure for her sake.
Footsteps approached from outside the restroom, and soon, Sullivan’s reflection joined hers in the mirror. His impeccable appearance. starkly contrasted with her disheveled state.
Megan turned off the golden faucet, ready to leave.
He caught her wrist, and soon, she found herself falling into his embrace, her cheek pressed against the fine fabric of his suit, catching the faint scent of dry cleaning solvent mixed with a hint of tobacco.
“Let me go!” Megan’s voice was low. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Sullivan didn’t release her, instead looking her over. Her champagne silk blouse and black pencil skirt accentuated a mature allure, n pale legs peeking out enticingly.
Sullivan frowned. “You’re socializing dressed like this?”
Megan pushed him away. She turned on the faucet again, squeezing out some soap as she said, “It’s none of your business! We’re separated, remember?
Sullivan watched her back and said, “Separated we may be, but we’re still married. Besides, I never agreed to divorce!”
Megan remained silent.
She washed her hands thoroughly and then left. As she reached the restroom door, Sullivan spoke softly, “I had your diary restored, Megan. Come back with me.”
Megan paused,
In the mirror, Sullivan watched her his voice softer, “Megan, come back with me.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
Yes, before they were married, he used to call her Megan.
He hadn’t forgotten!
Her voice tight, she replied, “Sullivan, maybe you like me a little now, but the pain you’ve caused over these three years is far more reall You want me to come back? To continue being Mrs. Lowry in name only? To watch you make amends to Cressida? And just when I think there’s hope for us, you crush me all over again? Sullivan, ask yourself, has Cressida really left your life? If you have any feelings for me, let me go!”
Under the chandelier, Sullivan’s face was pale.
He looked at her and said, “I’ll arrange for her to go abroad! She won’t bother you again.”
Megan didn’t argue; it was pointless. She quietly stepped out of his sight, and outside, Luke was waiting, his expression complex, “You okay?”