Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The Lowry Mansion was ablaze with light.

Servants bustled about bringing dishes of rich, hearty food to the table, which soon groaned under the weight of a lavish feast

Heloise took personal charge of overseeing the dining. She was particularly concerned about her grandson’s well being that night and had instructed the kitchen to prepare a special soup for him–a sumptuous turtle soup believed to bolster one’s vitality. Then, she arranged a dish that was reputed to nourish and hydrate a woman’s body, placing it with solicitous care by Megan’s side

With a beaming smile, Heloise declared. The got a good feeling about tonight! You’re bound to conceive”

Even though Megan had been married for three years, such intimate talk still made her blush, especially with several servants standing around in the hall

Sullivan caught her eye. His face was cool and composed as he cajoled his grandmother, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to put in some extra effort tonight to ensure you get to hold your great–grandchild soon.”

Heloise’s smile widened, as if she could already see a chubby, rosy–cheeked great–grandchild waving at her. She ladled another bowl of turtle soup for her grandson. “This has been simmering for hours; drink it while it’s hot. It’ll give a man strength.”

Sullivan didn’t flinch.

Me

Megan thought he was quite the actor and adept at placating people.

For three years of mamage, every time they were intimate, he would remind her to take her contraception. He clearly didn’t want children, yet in front of his grandmother, he played the dutiful husband.

Feeling her gaze on him, Sullivan looked back at Megan, then wiped his lips with a napkin, “Grandma, it’s getting late. Megan and I are going to head upstairs to bed!”

Heloise shooed them off, “Go on, go on!”

Once they left, she tumed to her rituals, lighting candles for the ancestors, muttering under her breath about Sullivan’s mother’s lack of concem for the Lowry family legacy. It was outrageous that she would retire to bed early, knowing full well that her son and daughter-in–law were visiting

Upstairs. Sullivan caught Megans slender wrist and led her to the master bedroom.

Once inside. Megan pulled away, her voice flat. The act is over. You can let go of me now.”

Sullivan tightened his grip, trapping her in his embrace.

Beneath the crystal chandelier, Sullivan’s handsome face took on a hint of desire

He looked down at her, his aristocratic nose inadvertently brushing against hers as he spoke in a low, husky voice, “We’ve had the tonic why not make it count? It’s been a while since we’ve been together as husband and wife, Megan, I don’t believe you don’t want it…”

Alone with her, the man finally showed his true colors. His claim of his grandmother wanting to see her might have been just a ruse. In reality, he probably wanted to lure her back for a physical encounter, Megan felt a mix of shame and imitation.

Sullivan guided her hand towards himself.

Megan thought he was out of his mind, but her body betrayed her, craving the sweetness it had been fed.

Sullivan held her soft hand close. He whispered seductively in her ear. “Do you want it? If you do, I’ll give it to you right now.

In the past, she would have wrapped her arms around his neck, melted into his embrace, and kissed him because Sullivan was rarely this tender. But now, she felt pitiful in a loveless marriage, having wasted three years.

Megan curled her fingers into her palm. She kept her head down, breathing softly against his shoulder, deliberately saying something to dampen his spirits

“Sullivan, if you really want it that badly, you could’ve gone to Cressida. It doesn’t bother me that much, and besides, we’re close to getting a divorce!”

The next second, Sullivan let her go. He stepped back, taking in her indifferent demeanor.

She truly didn’t care!

If a woman cared for her husband, she would never say such things. Sullivan had never felt a physical impulse for Cressida, but at that moment, he was too angry to explain anything to Megan.