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.

well. Come over and see her! Oh, bring that woman with you.

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

down at her from above. He seemed to consider for a

to see you. We can deal with

bed, Megan mustered the energy to dress

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

Megan came downstairs, Sullivan was

the sky dim and the light

black skirt of the same material, long enough to reach her ankles, exposing only a glimpse of her delicate, alabaster legs.

door “Get in

but Sullivan opened the passenger door,

but to silently get

Bentley rolled out of the villa’s

held the steering wheel with one hand, focusing on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at Megan through the

mirror.

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

them

an hour later, they drove into a manor villa halfway up the hill. The omate black gates swung open, and the villa lit up like daylight as

tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she can’t

out, her voice cold. “Don’t worry.”

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