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.

she 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

young or old.

Megan’s body, looked down at her from above. He seemed to consider for a moment before

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

on the bed, Megan mustered the energy to

unopened box of condoms on the nightstand. His lips pursed, and then he

Sullivan was waiting in the car smoking.

fading, the sky dim and

same material, long enough to reach her ankles, exposing only a glimpse of her

door “Get in

the back seat, but

had no choice but to silently

rolled out of

focusing on the

mirror.

three years of marriage, she rarely rode in his car. Now that she wanted a divorce, she naturally did not want to talk

of them

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

“Granny’s unwell, she can’t handle any stress. You know what to

voice cold. “Don’t

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