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Chapter 172
Chapter 172
Early in the morning, Megan woke to find Sullivan’s handsome face enlarged and close as he slept on the couch One hand was tucked under his head while the other dominantly rested on Megan’s waist, emanating warmth.
His shirt was in disarray, his black trousers intact, though the belt was removed.
Megan assessed her own state
She was relatively put together but her intuition told her something was amiss beneath, and indeed, buried in the couch crevice was a thin, sheer piece of black lace
Her cheeks burned.
Last night she and Sullivan had done it
Attempting to move without waking him proved futile when the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her back against him. Adults as they were, the intimacy of their proximity spoke volumes.
The atmosphere was charged.
Sullivan’s hand gently patted her waist, his voice deep and husky, “Stay still! Don’t make me lose control again, and don’t you cry about
Megan ceased struggling, comfortably nestling against him, waiting for the moment to pass.
Eventually Sullivan softly caressed her shoulder, his gaze intense, “About last night, should I take responsibility?”
Megan’s memories of the evening were fragmented.
She couldn’t recall the specifics, but perhaps it was for th
the best, sparing her the psychological burden.
She sat up, gracefully running her fingers through her hair.
The hands of a violinist, truly a sight to behold.
Sullivan watched her, a rare leisure in his posture that his commitment to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming, he was content to simply admire his wife in the morning light.
He gently caught her hand. His voice softened, “Why so quiet?”
Megan glanced at the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, momentanly lost in thought, then softly said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t officially filed for divorce, so one more time doesn’t really make a difference!”
Embarrassed, she couldn’t bear to confront the piece of black lace and retreated to her room to change.
Afterward, she began tidying the living room.
Megan had become quite the homemaker during her three years of marriage to Sullivan. Organizing and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Letting go so easily? Last night, you were under me, crying like a kitten, begging me to stop!”
Megan’s cheeks flamed, “I was drunk, I don’t remember
Sullivan didn’t press further. He retrieved the delicate garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing, “From our movie date?” “I don’t remember.”
Sullivan looked at her, recalling her promise to try on every lingerie piece for him, a promise yet unfulfilled.
Megan’s eyes moistened at the memory of their brief happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his commitment to being a good husband despite his struggles with love. How naive she had been to believe.
Megan snatched the lingerie, her voice low, “There won’t be a next time, Sullivan. For some experiences, once is enough for a lifetime.” Looking up slightly, she forced her tears back and said, “There was no point in you coming over and sleeping here! The problems between us wouldn’t go away just because of that. Nonetheless, I have to thank you for what you’ve done for my dad and Lucia. So, if you think last night wasn’t enough…
She approached him, taking the initiative to sit on his lap, understanding his desires and their shared history intimately.
Megan kissed his chin messily.
Sullivan held her still, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no need to worry about getting me pregnant!”
Sullivan, annoyed, retorted, “Why would I worry? I wore a condom last night!”
Megan’s face turned a deeper shade of red, unaccustomed to his blunt manner. After a moment, Sullivan’s imitation seemed to fade, and he moved to kiss her gently, “Can’t you tell if we did it or not last night?”
09:35
Megan looked up at him, wide–eyed
Sullivan teased her neck, his voice rough “What am I to do with you? So easily fooled. How can I let you go… hmm?”
He didn’t touch her further.
Megan lay on the couch, her heart softening, as Shirley, their dog, nestled beside her
Megan couldn’t resist pettina hei
Woot woof
Shirley wagged its tail happily, circling Megan like a delighted child, Megan couldn’t help but laugh, it’s adorable” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Sullivan brought the dog into Megan’s arms. He leaned in close, almost covering her completely, his gaze intense, “Megan, how about being its mom?”