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.

see who it

call was from Bianca, who spoke with a polite yet distant tone, “Mrs. Lowry, would you mind

dare boss her around.

medicine boxes scattered on the couch from the night before. As she was about to leave, her eyes lingered on

had made a mess last night;

was a

that she would have to take care of it later. It

she reached the parked

window of the back seat was rolled down, though.

reminded him to take a pill twice

Sullivan listened absentmindedly.

detached voice, “Aren’t you going to ask where I’m heading and how long Ill be 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.

car window rose before her

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

Sullivan away on business, Megan had a mare moment

of the autumn

the call,

and his illness? She must be thinking ill

Sullivan’s trip, a

and was answered by a young woman, “Mr. Lowry is in the shower and might

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