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.

said, her tone 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 homemade

young or old.

to consider for a

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

limp on the bed, Megan mustered the energy to dress in

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

was

fading, the sky dim and the light murky

a matching black skirt of the same material, long enough to reach her ankles, exposing

door “Get in

the back seat, but Sullivan opened

but to

black Bentley rolled out of the villa’s gate.

on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at Megan through the rear–view

mirror.

rarely rode in his car. Now that she wanted a divorce,

of them remained

halfway up the hill. The omate black gates swung open, and the villa lit up like daylight as they

killed the engine and tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she

stepped out, her voice cold. “Don’t

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