Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Befor Megan could react, she was spun around by Sullivan, her back against the floor–to–ceiling windows, his arms encircling her lightly from behind.

He forced her to look at their reflection in the glass.

His words were laced with humiliation. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re offering yourself in exchange for Cora’s freedom, right? But I’ve had this body of yours a thousand times over Do you really think it’s still worth something? Or would you rather slum it with men in places. like this then go back to being the respectable Mrs. Lowry?”

His few sentences shattered her completely.

How could Megan possibly fight back?

Sullivan knew her body too well, taunting her with words while tormenting her flesh.

Her pale legs pressed against the fabric of his dark suit pants, a picture of indecency.

He gave her a light pat, a waming, “Keep still, don’t dirty my pants!”

Sweat beaded on Megan’s forehead, her hair sticking to her skin in a mess as she finally broke down in tears, “Sullivan, please don’t do this!”

“Don’t do what? Isn’t this what you wanted, to sleep with me?”

Sullivan was clearly angry. He leaned close to her chilled face, his words crystal clear, “Megan, you must feel so wronged. You’re probably wondering why I won’t divorce you, why I can’t let you go, right?”

Megan was somewhat dazed.

Sullivan cupped her delicate face, his tone soft, Ill tell you the answer!”

He slipped off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Megan’s body.

Megan struggled: “Sullivan, what are you doing?”

Sullivan lifted her in his arms and headed straight for the door, his voice cold and disdainful. “Didn’t you want to sleep with me? There’s a place I’ve been wanting to take you back to for a long time.”

Megan had an inkling of where he meant.

It was room 6201, the Hilton Hotel, where they first made lovel

How could she agree to go there?

She fought him desperately, even crying out in her struggle. If she could live her life over, she wished she’d never opened that door, then today might never have happened.

But all the struggle and tears couldn’t stop Sullivan.

In his loose suit jacket, Megan just wore a set of black lingerie. Even as they passed through the company lobby, where employees dared not look too closely, anyone could guess what had transpired.

Sullivan put her in the car.

Megan didn’t struggle anymore. She sat, staring blankly, lifeless eyes resigned to her fate.

Sullivan took out his phone and made a brief call. After hanging up, Megan was still in a daze.

Sullivan, expressionless, started the car.

He thought, he didn’t need to consider her feelings.

The car sped along, and in less than 20 minutes, they were parked at the Hilton Hotel in Borough City Sullivan unbuckled the seat belt and carried Megan out. She flinched in his arms.

Instead of going through the lobby, Sullivan took the elevator straight to the top floor, where there were only two presidential suites.

6201 and 6202.

The hotel manager was waiting at the door,

, and on seeing Sullivan emerge from the elevator, he smiled and handed over the key card.

“Mr. Lowry, Mrs. Lowry, have a pleasant evening!”

Sullivan took the key card and swiped open the door to Room 6202.

The door closed behind them.

The 1600 square meter suite was the epitome of luxury, furnished with world–famous brands. Aside from the master bedroom, study, and living room, it also boasted a home theater and a game room, hence the steep price of a million a night.

12:03

Sullivan carried Magan straight to the home theater.

It was a miniature cinema, with a set of luxurious dark sofas in the center that looked incredibly soft and inviting.

Megan was dropped onto them, and then the lights dimmed.