Chapter 5

The point of no return has been reached. Sullivan found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

Moreover underneath him, Megan was as delicate and fragrant as warm jade Sullivan couldn’t deny his attmction to her body, even if he didn’t love her

He was poised to take what he wanted, his intentions clear

Megan, her breath coming in quick gasps, pressed firmly against his shoulders “Sullivan,” she panted, “I haven’t been on the pill these past few days. I could get pregnant”

At her words, Sullivan halted. No matter how much he desired her, he hadn’t lost his reasoning. He didn’t want a baby out of this mamage with Megan–at least not now.

After a moment, he let out a snort. “It seems you’ve been giving this a lot of thought these past few days!”

Her mild resistance was nothing to him: Sullivan propped himself up on one hand beside her while pulling out an unopened small box from the nightstand drawer with the other, branded with some English letters.

Just as he was about to open it, his phone rang

Ignoring it, Sullivan continued to unwrap the box, leaning in to kiss Megan. But Megan refused, shaking her head trying to break free. The phone kept ringing.

Finally, Sullivan picked it up with annoyance.

It was his mother, Camilla.

detached, “your grandmother isn’t feeling well. Come over and see her! Oh, bring that woman with you. Your grandmother says she wants to eat her

warm to anyone, young or old. Her coolness was palpable even through the phone.

seemed to consider for a moment before telling the person on the phone, “I’ll bring her over.”

got up and dressed swiftly. “Grandma’s sick. She wants to see you. We can deal with any issues

on the bed, Megan mustered the energy

cast a glance at Megan’s slender back and the unopened box of condoms on

Megan came downstairs, Sullivan was

was fading, the sky dim and the light murky

the same material, long enough to reach her ankles, exposing only

door “Get in

the back seat, but Sullivan

choice but to silently get into

out of the villa’s gate.

steering wheel with one hand, focusing on the road

mirror.

marriage, she rarely rode in his car. Now

of them

into a manor villa halfway up the hill. The omate black

tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she can’t handle any stress. You

stepped out, her voice

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