Novel Sweet
Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Megan climbed the stairs to find that Com wasn’t at home. A quick call confirmed that Corn hadn’t called Sullivan’s place either
Megan hung up, suspecting that the housekeeper at the mansion had fibbed to cover for her
She didn’t give it another thought Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.
Tonight was a rare night off from work, so she took a shower and went to bed early.
In her sleep, she dreamed of her early married days with Sullivan, where he was as cold as ice, his words always laced with impatience.
She woke up to the buzz of her phone.
A message from Sullivan, brief and to the point: [Don’t forget to visit Grandma tomorrow. I’ll meet you at Regal Bolt after work.
How could Megan forget?
Thinking of Cressida’s fireworks show, she accepted the transfer of $20,000 and donated it to the local animal shelter.
At 1 a.m., Sullivan’s car was parked by the curb
He leaned back in his seat, scrolling through his phone. Megan had accepted the transfer,
He figured she ought to reply to that!
She used to message him all the time, even when there was nothing important to say.
Those trivialities, Sullivan never responded to.
Looking back, it seemed that ever since the Quigley family business went under, Megan had stopped sending those kinds of messages. She also stopped curling up beside him in bed, like a puppy at his neck, asking if he could ever fall for her.
It had been a while, but he had never cared enough to notice.
For the first time, Sullivan sat alone in his car, his thoughts on Megan, on their marriage.
Come moming, Megan made a hos
a hospital visit She bought an assortment of fruits, and although Cora was pleased, she feigned imitation at the needless expense. “We haven’t finished what we bought a few days ago, why buy more?”
Joseph Quigley was in good spirits. Propped up in bed, he insisted, “Have some yourself, darling, It’s your thought that counts.”
Cora’s eyes reddened at his words.
After some talk, Cora took Megan aside to discuss something urgent. “Yesterday, out of the blue, they transferred Dr. Begonia to a facility out of town for training. They say it’ll be a while before he returns! Megan, tell me honestly, is this Sullivan’s doing? Is there something between you and Dr. Begonia?”
Megan paused. Thinking of last night and the show Sullivan had put on, she realized this was another warning from him.
A chill ran through her.
For the first time, she felt the extent of Sullivan’s possessiveness. It wasn’t about her but rather about the status of being Mrs. Lowry.
Not wanting to worry Cora, Megan reassured her gently, “Don’t worry, Cora. Il handle it.”
Having grown up under Cora’s care, her character was well known. Cora didn’t press further.
As Cora returned to the room, Megan stood in the hallway, her gaze on her phone. She wanted to apologize to Begonia, but after much hesitation, she decided against making the call. Perhaps not disturbing him was the best form of protection for an adult.
Megan spent the moming at the hospital.
After lunch, she planned to buy some new guitar strings. Just as she reached the bus stop, a black Range Rover abruptly pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down to reveal a handsome face.
It was Bennett
Seeing Megan again stirred complicated feelings within him. He used to look down on her, thinking she’d cling to Sullivan till death did them part. But now, she had the audacity to challenge Sullivan and ask for a divorce. And her attire had changed.
She’d shed the Mrs. Lowry look for a white blouse, black slacks, and a black knit vest–effortlessly natural.
Bennett stared at that delicate face. Graceful, exquisite, pure as the snow on pine branches.
For some reason, he blurted, “Where to? Let me give you a lift!”