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Chapter 173 Megan's smile faded as she turned her face away. Just then, the little dog licked her neck, tickling her and making her squirm.
In trying to escape, she found herself accidentally nestled into Sullivan's neck, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry, “Sullivan, could you take it away, please?” Sullivan scooped up the little dog but didn’t let go of Megan. He pressed against her, his deep gaze filled with a barely contained intensity. He leaned in close to her ear and asked softly, “Can wo?” Megan's checks flushed a deep red, her voice trembling. “No” Sullivan held her close for a moment longer, waiting for her to calm down before finally letting her go. As he straightened his shirt and trousers, he mentioned, “I've got a big meeting this morning! | csee you tonight.” “I'm busy tonight, Megan replied quickly.
Sullivan chuckled lightly, asking casually, “Got a date? With Begonin?” Megan felt no need to explain herself, but she still said, “It’s an investor Mrs. Lambert introducedto! Mrs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLambert says capable. We've arranged to meet tonight to discuss things further.” he’s v very Sullivan put on his coat and asked, “Needto give you a ride?” Megan declined.
Sullivan gently stroked her slightly reddened eyes, his voice soft, “What, afraid people will find out you're married?” “No!” Sullivan laughed. He bent down to pick up Shirley, the little dog, and said tenderly, “Say goodbye to Mommy!” Megan's face tumed an uncomfortable shade of red.
Without further ado, Sullivan left.
After he was gone, Megan continued tidying up the house. Half an hour later, she received a breakfast delivery from Sullivan, complete with hangover remedies and a card from Sullivan, teasingly refering to her as Shirley's mom.
Megan sat quietly on the couch.
The little dog, breakfast, card... all were classic moves in the gof courtship.
She was well aware of it Normally, she might ignore such gestures, but these days, Sullivan had been her savior. He had used his resources to take care of her father and Lucia. Without Sullivan, she knew her life would be in shambles.
Megan was grateful to him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe also sensed a change in him, he was considerate and gentle, and he hadn't forced himself on her. That tin the hospital, when he had pinned her on the bed, he hadn't taken it any further Instead, Megan had felt a sense of satisfaction.
Cora’s words echoed in her mind, urging her to reconsider her marriage with Sullivan, Megan's gaze dropped, her long lashes trembling slightly.
For the first tsince their separation, her heart quietly softened towards Sullivan.
ay with Lucia.
Megan spent the day In the evening, she received a call from Mrs. Lambert, “Don’t forget about tonight's dinner, Megan. The person we're meeting is genuinely interested in investing.
Megan assured her. “I won't forget. Thanks for looking out for me, Mrs. Lambert” After hanging up, just as Megan was about to speak, Lucia beat her to it, “Go take care of your own things. You don’t have to stick aroundall day! | can hear now, and food tastes good again!” Her eyes were moist, “One of us has to chase our dreams! Megan, I'm still waiting to see you shining bright, catching everyone's eye.” Megan walked over and hugged Lucia softly, whispering. ““1 willl” Lucia smiled through her tears, “Go on!” Megan went hto change into a new outfit.
Upon arriving at the club, a waiter escorted her to the VIP room 2201, which boasted a spacious and stylish interior, Mrs. Lambert was already there.
09.35 As she was deciding on the menu, she greeted Megan naturally, “I was just trying to make up my mind. You're just in tto helpchoose. Our guest tonight is quite picky” Megan sat next to her offering her opinion with a glance, “Given the weather, this French oxtail soup would be perfect. And this...”