Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Megan, fearing Sullivan might do something even crazier, nald in a soft voice, “Let’s go.”

Sullivan slightly loosened his grip on her

She turned to say goodbye to Begonia, who gave her a faint smile. “Megan, drop by whenever you have time. My mom really likes you”

Megan nodded.

Ignoring Sullivan, she walked straight to the black Bentley parked at the curb, opened the passenger door, and got in.

Sullivan took a step back before following her into the car.

Soon, the car drove off.

Begonia stood there for a long time, until his mother came downstairs and joined him. She gently patted his shoulder, smiling lightly. “No wonder you like her.”

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Begonia shoved his hands into his coat pockets. ‘Mom, I think I was a step too late.”

Cynthia linked her arm with his, still smiling. “Then keep her in your heart. Be there for her when she’s in trouble…”

Sullivan drove fast.

After about five minutes, the car stopped abruptly on a deserted roadside, screeching to a halt.

Megan sat quietly.

She softly began, “Today is Cynthia’s birthday. He was just giving me a lift after work. Don’t think too much of it.”

Sullivan looked out into the night and said just as softly, “Are you explaining this to me or are you afraid I go after him?”

Megan was blunt, I’m afraid you’ll go after him!”

Sullivan took out a cigarette, lit it, but before he could take a puff, he snuffed it out. Next, the sound of a seat belt being unbuckled. He leaned closer, gripping Megan’s shoulders. He stared into her eyes and asked in a very low and soft voice, “Do you like him? Have you ever fantasized about being with him?”

Megan slapped him.

He seemed to have anticipated the slap and didn’t dodge. He had provoked it on purpose.

The atmosphere in the car turned tense.

Megan didn’t want things to escalate, she wanted to leave, but as she reached for the door handle, Sullivan locked the doors. Sullivan watched her, then leaned back in his seat and spoke softly. “Megan, I’ve continued to look after Cressida and pay for her medical treatments not because I like her nor just out of gratitude for something that happened years ago. There are reasons I can’t fully explain. She’s lost a leg, can’t have children, and now she’s facing multiple organ failure. She doesn’t have much longer.”

He turned to look at her. “She was never my lover.”

Megan remained silent.

Sullivan then gazed back out into the night, his voice becoming even huskler, “Megan, I don’t know how to make a woman happy. I used to think all it took was money, expensive jewelry, or being good in bed…”

He looked somewhat embarrassed.

Megan, however, responded coolly, “Are you done? Can you let me out now?”

Her hand was held down.

Sullivan’s expression was calm, his grip on her imperceptible.

Megan couldn’t move, and so they remained in a deadlock.

After a long while, he finally let her go and fook out two things from the glove compartment.

One was a car key, the other was a key to Quinn Haven’s front gate.

Sullivan’s gaze was deep, tenderly saying, “Drive yourself to appointments from now on, and get a taxi home. Also, Quinn Haven has been renovated. Your dad and Cora can move in anytime.”

Megan didn’t take them. She looked down at the Quinn Haven key, her voice soft and hoarse, “I don’t want it, Sullivan! Stop trying to please me with these gestures. We’re over. Even if we’re technically married, it’s just in name….

Sullivan watched her, and after a long pause, he asked softly. “Megan, does it mean no matter what I do, you won’t accept it, and you won’t change your mind?”

09:39

“Yes!” The car was dimly lit, Megan blinked back tears, repeating, “Yes!”

At the top floor of the Lowry Group headquarters.