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Chapter 68
Chapter 68
“Of course, you can always say no he sold with a sly grin “But I can guarantee you, without my help. Wyatt’s looking at a decade behind bars. Megan, let me jog your memory–how outstanding your brother, Wyatt, used to be, how many heiresses had their eye on him? If it weren’t for that one misstep, if the Quigley family hadn’t fallen from grace, he’d be happily married with kids by now”
If once Sullivan had tom at Megan’s flesh, now he was shredding her heart
They had finally stripped away all pretenses, no longer hiding their true intentions. He wanted her as his wife not for love, but for the benefits and to save face
Wyatt’s freedom was his bargaining chip.
Megan didn’t melodramatically refuse. But she didn’t immediately agree either. Her hands clenched the bed sheet tightly as she restrained all her emotions, looking at him and saying in a soft voice, “I need to think about it.”
Sullivan wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He thought, people grow up, and Megan was no exception. The young girl who used to blush and call him Sullivan‘ was long gone. She was now Mrs. Lowry.
He was in a good mood, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. Leaning close, his warm breath caressed her soft skin, his tone carrying a hint of intimacy. Im sure you’ll make the right decision, Mrs. Lowry.”
That night, Sullivan didn’t leave; he stayed the night. But he slept on the couch.
The lights off, the hospital room was quiet and dim, filled only with their shallow breaths. Though they tried to sound calm, neither of them could fall asleep.
Megan’s face was pressed into the pillow
Sullivan’s words echoed in her mind–he said that if she stayed and played the role of Mrs. Lowry, he would extend a helping hand to the Quigleys and save her brother from jail.
She said she would consider it, but deep down she already knew her decision, She felt nothing but sorrow Over a year ago, she had begged Sullivan, but he had turned a blind eye. And now, though her love had faded, fate still bound her to him.
All night long. Megan couldn’t sleep.
At dawn, a nurse knocked and entered, letting in a sliver of light as she opened the door. It was like a beam of light breaking into a dark world.
The brightness was blinding. Sullivan shielded his eyes and sat up.
Being the young and handsome owner of Lowry Hospital, the nurse barely dared to look at him as she whispered, “Mr. Lowry, it’s time for Mrs. Lowry’s dressing to be changed.”
Sullivan nodded slightly, glancing at Megan. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Megan was awake too but appeared haggard, and the pillow behind her was soaked–a clear sign she had cried most of the night. Was being his wife that distressing to her?
Sullivan’s gaze was profound. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, then let out a scoff, getting up to freshen up.
When he returned, the nurse had finished changing the dressing.
Speaking softly, she advised, “It’s healing nicely and shouldn’t leave a scar. Try to keep the wound dry for a few days.”
Megan nodded, watching the nurse leave.
Now alone in the room, Sullivan was about to throw a sarcastic remark her way when his phone buzzed.
It was Bianca reminding him that Paxton was arriving in town today and that a dinner was arranged for the evening. He could bring Cressida along to meet Paxton.
Bianca’s voice was loud enough for Megan to overhear
Sullivan gave Megan a glance and spoke into the phone, “Got it.”
He hung up, his long fingers toying with the phone as he casually asked, “Don’t you want to ask me something?”