Chapter 99

Chapter 99

The maid had gone off to run some ermnds, and Megan took a moment to change into a more comfortable outfit.

As she descended the staircase, she noticed the parlor had been set up with a spread of coffee, and her breakfast.

Dahlia had a knack for reading the room.

Observing Megan’s rosy cheeks, Dahlia couldn’t help feeling frustrated, “I meal, Mrs. Lowry, you can’t just sit back and soak up the good. life. You’ve got to put some effort into your mariage! Are you just going to turn a blind eye to Mr. Lowry pinying the field? You’ve seen Alena, that stron. And don’t you feel even a hint of alarm?”

Megan ignored their stares. She sat down at the coffee table and poured herself a latte, savoring the taste before offering a coy smile, “Are you here because of Alena? Worried about Ms. Baldwin falling out of favor, are we? Then you should be talking to Sullivan, not trying to work something out with me. If I were capable of handling my marriage, how would Ms. Baldwin ever have found favor with Sullivan in the first place?”

Dahlia was momentarily speechless. She had tumed to Megan as a last resort. If Mr. Lowry really did have a new flame, what would become of their girl Cressida? That’s why she thought to first team up with Mrs. Lowry to deal with that Alena, then turn around and handle Mrs. Lowry herself. In the end, her girl needed to be the only apple of Mr. Lowry’s eye.

But Megan could see night through her.

“I can’t help you with this, and I certainly can’t control my husband. Please, just go,” Megan stated bluntly.

Dahlia was known for her fiery temper. Not only did she refuse to leave, but she also started making a scene by crying and rolling on the floor in protest

tegan call Sullivan to make him come back to Borough City since he wouldn’t even take Cressida’s calls

She was insistent that Megan

Megan sighed softly

The other servants shared a look, thinking this was indeed an eye–opener.

Just when the scene couldn’t get any more chaotic, the sound of a car engine hummed in the courtyard.

A servant rushed in to announce, “Madam, the master has returned!”

Cressida and Dahlia went pale, especially Dahlia, who wished she could vanish on the spot. She had stirred up trouble here, the last thing she wanted was for Sullivan to find out. If he did, she was sure it would cost her dearly.

Outside, Sullivan stepped out of his sleek black sedan. He was about to head upstairs, guessing Megan was just starting her day.

However, a servant whispered to him, “Sir, Ms. Baldwin and her mother are here. They y are causing quite e a stir in the parlor

Ms. Baldwin? Sullivan thought as he paused, slowly shedding his light coat and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt before asking in a calm tone. “Cressida?”

The servant nodded.

Sullivan changed direction and made his way toward the parlor.

As he stood at the doorway, Megan glanced up and caught his eye. She looked composed, nothing like a woman dealing with her husband’s mistress, but more like she was entertaining the most ordinary of guests,

If she were a businesswoman on the corporate battlefield, Sullivan would have admired her cool demeanor.

But as

His

wife, her calm was less appealing–it meant she cared less about him!

Sullivans eyes darkened. He walked past the two Baldwin women to address Megan directly, “Megan, let’s talk.”

** I F

He didn’t call her Mrs. Lowry, but Megan.

There was a subtle intimacy in that choice since he never called Cressida by her name or rarely addressed female business partners by theirs. And even with Bianca, his junior, he always referred to her formally

In private, Sullivan reserved the use of first names for certain moments. Most often in the intimacy of their bedroom.

For instance, when they reached the pinnacle of physical and emotional satisfaction, he would hover close to his wife’s ear, and whisper her name as he was almost losing control.

“Megan.”

in the

That utterance was a rare, intricate tendemess in the fabric of their marriage.