Chapter 119

Sullivan gazed at Megan’s serene face, glowing in the twilight’s gentle embrace, her beauty a soft whisper in th

He couldn’t help himself and leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something saucy–a playful jest te would be innocent enough between loving spouses, but to Megan, it was repulsive.

Behind Sullivan, a maid peeked around the corner, curiosity etched on her face.

Megan’s voice was a gentle reminder, “Isn’t it time for dinner?”

Sullivan caught her slender wrist, chatting casually as they walked towards the dining room. He mentioned the evening’s special–crab, freshly delivered that afternoon.

“Isn’t that your favorite? Make sure you have an extra serving or two,” he said with a lighthearted nudge.

Megan offered a faint smile in return.

At dinner, she didn’t let her discontent show, nor did she confront her husband about his behavior.

When he played the doting lover, she played along.

Later that night, when Sullivan sought intimacy, Megan did not refuse. But just when the moment was upon them, her hands trembling, she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small box, asking him to wear protection,

Sullivan paused, taken aback.

Truth be told, he didn’t like to use it, and perhaps neither did Megan,

child, mentioning how he was nearing thirty and many of his childhood friends were already

her fingers tenderly tracing the lines of

So dashing!

her over, reigniting the spark she felt for him, Sullivan definitely had the

soon, Sullivan. We still need to find our rhythm, and besides, aren’t you swamped with work? I’d want you to have the energy to care for a

up, gazing down at

moment, he agreed

usual routine of a

retreated to

elsewhere. Though Megan bore his touch, she was acutely aware that Sullivan’s

intimate moment, his eyes had

moment of release.

it had something to

that what goes around comes around. Cressida’s misfortune

sort through his discarded clothes in the laundry room. While emptying his

returned Sullivan’s coat to its place and stepped out

night was cool as she

cold marriage, and she still

She

herself inwardly, “Megan, you’re

G D E G S

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