Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Early in the morning, in the master bedroom’s walk in closet

Megan was ironing Sullivan’s shirt and had picked out a suitable tie, knowing today was the big shareholder’s meeting at the Lowry Group. To make a statement, she even added a tie clip for a touch of sophistication.

Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her slender frame.

Megan was a bit surprised, considering the spat they’d had the night before. She thought he’d give her the cold shoulder for at least a few days.

But Sullivan didn’t bring up the issue with the movie tickets.

Holding his wife’s delicate waist with one hand and examining the tie clip with the other, Sullivan said with a warm tone. “The house just doesn’t run the same without you, Megan.”

Megan responded with a light smile, “Well, I’m back now, aren’t I?”

No sooner had she spoken than Sullivan spun her around.

He pressed her against the glass of the display cabinet, lifting her slightly so she was half–seated on his left thigh… Her robe fell open as her husband began to caress her.

Sullivan was like a wild animal that moming. But he wasn’t truly looking to make love; he lazily claimed her as he asked without much interest. “You’re back, but is your heart back too?”

Megan couldn’t fathom his odd mood.

They had a marriage of convenience, what did love have to do with it?

Yet she didn’t want to upset him and deal with the fallout, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and played along. “Sullivan, if you want to go further, you’d better hurry. You have the shareholder’s meeting at nine, and you need to leave the house by eight.”

Sullivan immediately lost interest. He let go of her and went to freshen up in the bathroom, his voice carrying back to her, “Since when did you start doing Bianca’s job too?”

Megan flicked her long hair and smiled softly, “I thought you’d like it, Sullivan.”

In the bathroom, Sullivan stood in a pristine white robe, staring at his reflection when he heard Megan’s words, a smirk of mockery

crossing his face.

His Mrs. Lowry was quite hypocritic!

After Sullivan left, Megan returned upstairs to play the violin for a

for a while.

Around noon, Paxton’s assistant, Luke, got in touch with her to discuss the details of studying with Paxton. They agreed to meet at their usual spot

Luke was efficient, as soon as they met, he presented a contract and said softly. “Starting next year, Paxton is planning 32 classical concerts worldwide. He wants you to be the secondary performer, with a guarantee of no less than six pieces per concert. This contract is Paxton’s show of faith in you, Megan. This is unprecedented; Paxton has never shown such admiration for someone to offer such high regard before officially taking on an apprentice.”

He added, “Paxton is staking his reputation on you.”

Megan cherished this opportunity and looked over the contract again and again.

Luke chuckled, leaning back in his chair and flicking his nails, “Paxton used to beg you to study with him, and you never took him seriously. What made you change?”

Megan signed the contract without looking up, her voice soft, “Just cleared out some cobwebs in my head, that’s all.

Luke was about to laugh but realized he couldn’t. He became serious and said, “Paxton’s out of town on business. When he’s back in Borough City, he’s likely to throw a banquet to announce your partnership. He made me promise you wouldn’t decline.”

Megan was grateful for Paxton’s support of course, she wouldn’t turn it down.

Later, Luke escorted her downstairs with grace, opening the car door for her gentlemanly. They exchanged goodbyes with a smile. Their farewell was captured in a photograph, but only Luke’s back was visible.

Megan got into the car, and the driver asked, “Mrs. Lowry, shall we head back to the villa?”

Megan noticed there was still plenty of time and replied, “Take me to Pinecrest Hospital, please.”

They were on their way in a moment.

10.09

Chapter 02

hour later, Megan arrived at the rehabilitation center of Pineemst Hospital

Joseph Quigley had been moved to a new room. With Alton coming back the country and Corp’s ambiguous words, it was clear to him that Megan had returned in Sullivan As her father, though pleased for his son’s potential happiness, was understandably saddened by his daughter’s sacrifice and had been silent most of the day

After a brief stay, Megan decided to leave.

Core followed her out, hesitating befor speaking softly, “Please don’t be mad at your dad. He’s been having a rough time these past lew days, not talking much or ealing well”

Tearn welled up in her eyes, and Megan gently wiped them away, her voice tender “How could I be mad at powerless. Otherwise, why would I have to go back to Sullivan?”

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