Novel Sweet
Chapter 184
Chapter 184
The light robe fell open, exposing Megan under the harsh glow of the office lamp, her skin luminous and pale.
Sullivan held her tightly around the waist, his grip unyielding. He even had the audacity to give her a demeaning pat on the bottom, smirking coldly, “Now, you’ll see what it’s like to truly be a plaything!”
Megan’s face turned ashen; escape was not an option.
Under the bright light, she was at his mercy, treated with a roughness that even the most desperate wouldn’t endure.
The light flickered painfully.
Her body ached, but her heart ached more. She clung to the edge of the desk with all her might, enduring Sullivan’s rage.
In her palm was a small, hard object.
It pressed into her skin painfully.
Unable to bear it, Megan turned her head and released her grip. In her sweaty left palm lay a pair.of exquisite cufflinks… Except the once sparkling diamonds were now stained with a hint of pale red.
A drop of blood from Megan’s fingertip.
Outside, the snowstorm gradually ceased.
At half–past two in the morning, Sullivan released Megan. Glancing at her disheveled appearance, he casually straightened his shirt and trousers.
His phone rang – it was Bianca.
Sullivan answered, his tone detached, “I’ll be right there. The meeting resumes at 3:30.”
As he hung up and left, Megan remained sprawled across the desk, her body pale, her hair spread over his paperweight, her entire being a picture of ruin. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Perhaps having vented, Sullivan’s temper had somewhat subsided.
He lit a cigarette beside her and inhaled, his voice surprisingly gentle, “Get dressed and go to bed.”
Megan remained silent.
He gave her another look and took his coat to leave.
He thought to himself, Megan was smart; she knew how to choose.
After all, why bother with the pretense of marital spats? The games of young love weren’t for them… Money, power, and wealth were what truly mattered!
Long after Sullivan had left, Megan still lay there, motionless.
She couldn’t move!
Her whole body was in pain, not just the skin and flesh, but her stomach churned violently.
Tonight’s events were nauseating! Her once naivety was equally repulsive! She had believed him so easily, believed a man who had tormented and neglected her for three years.
He said she was indispensable, but in reality, it was because she fulfilled his needs.
It had nothing to do with love!
He was incapable of love; and he had no intention of loving anyone!
His affection for her, the luxurious gifts, they were all just a gilded cage he had built for her. He was sure she wouldn’t leave, for the cage was too comfortable!
Indeed! He had hired a team of psychologists to analyze her, to deal with her.
He knew her every thought!
Exhausted, Megan closed her eyes. She let herself sink into the darkness, telling herself – she was just resting for a bit, just for a bit.
In her dreams, Sullivan’s words echoed, haunting her incessantly…
“Mrs. Lowry, you can’t have it all and then some! Everything you wear, everything you use, i
provided by me?
Now, you’ll see what it’s like to truly be a plaything!”
it all
Megan was drenched in a cold sweat, murmuring in her sleep, “No! No! Sullivan… I can’t love you anymore!”