Chapter 97

Megan slipped into her morning robe and stepped onto the balcony for a look

The car hadn’t left, and Sullivan hadn’t gotten in. He stood beside the sleek black sedan, taking a drag of his cigarette

It was a crisp October moming

He was dressed in black from head to toe, with a matching light trench coat thrown over his shoulders. The early morning sun kissed his profile, and the gentle breeze tousled his neatly trimmed hair he stood out with an effortless charm.

Sensing Megan’s gaze. Sullivan glanced up and locked eyes with her

Neither looked away

Sullivan even squinted slightly, as if trying to see her more clearly. He could see his wife standing in the soft light, bathed in the glow, almost seductive.

Sullivan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he took a deep puff of his cigarette. His cheeks sunk with the effort, exuding a rugged masculinity. Then he let out a soft chuckle.

It sounded almost like mockery!

Just then, Blanca emerged from the foyer, luggage in tow. The driver loaded it into the trunk, and Megan realized Sullivan was off on a business trip. The ring of her cell phone pulled her back to the bedroom.

returned to see who it was.

Bianca, who spoke with a polite yet distant tone, “Mrs. Lowry, would you mind bringing down Mr. Lowry’s medicine, please?”

boss her around. It was Sullivan’s doing

gathered the medicine boxes scattered on the couch from the night before. As she was about

night; the

there was a small, off–white

herself that she would have to take care of it later. It was better not to let the housekeepers see such things; they could

parked car, Sullivan was

seat was rolled

reminded him to

Sullivan listened absentmindedly.

gone?” He was obviously trying to rile her up, but Megan didn’t bite. She replied with good humor. “Take care of yourself while you’re away! Blanca, please look after Mr. Lowry!”

rose before her

driver and his secretary; likely he was still angry. Megan couldn’t fathom what had set him off

business, Megan had a

she still performed her duties diligently, caring for her husband, reminding him to take his medicine and to be wary of the autumn chill. She was the epitome of a traditional wife, and Sullivan’s business partners

ended the call, his

and his illness? She must

day of Sullivan’s

“Mr. Lowry is in

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