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Chapter 176
Chapter 176
Megan strolled slowly down the cobblestone path, her eyes ching the numerous potted plants that brought life to the garden, even in the chill of winter. The marble foyer was graced by a painting her mother had done in her lifetime.
The living room had been completely redecorated.
The style remained the same, but every piece of furniture had been replaced; even the carpet beneath her feet was new… Behind the sofa, a massive mural hung.
It depicted a sky scattered with stars.
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a summer night, a young Megan slept sweetly in a little tent
Megan gazed at it until her eyes began to sting, then quietly left. As she stepped outside, the snow had grown heavier, falling on her eyelashes like feathers in the night.
In the corner, a witch hazel was bent under the light snow.
Its delicate yellow petals seemed even more fragile against the backdrop of Zinnia Baldwin’s house.
After Megan left, Sullivan returned to the private room, eating alone under the extravagant lights, emotionless until Bianca arrived.
Upon entering, she handed him a report, “Dr. Simon’s latest analysis! It’s the invoice from his assistant.”
Sullivan gestured for her to sit across from him.
While dining gracefully, he read through the psychologist’s analysis of Megan. No wonder the charges were by the minute; the insight into Megan was incredibly sharp.
After finishing, Sullivan said nonchalantly, “Cut a check for him, settle the final bill!”
Bianca was surprised, “Mr. Lowry, Mrs. Lowry hasn’t returned yet.”
Sullivan looked up at her, his eyes inscrutable under the light.
After a moment, he wiped his lips with a napkin and said lightly, “Megan will be back soon! Our collaboration with Dr. Simon is temporarily concluded.”
His confidence made Bianca uneasy.
As she followed Sullivan out, she couldn’t help but wonder if marrying Sullivan was a blessing or a curse for Megan.
Sullivan drove back to the mansion.
The servant approached eagerly, but he was too distracted to care.
Upon reaching the second–floor study, he casually tossed the report and invoice on the desk, then leaned back on the sofa, stretching his neck to relax.
Outside the floor–to–ceiling windows, the fine snow added a majestic touch to the night.
Sullivan found himself missing Megan,
10:26
Her place was small but cozy, and after getting drunk, Megan had fallen asleep in his arms for a night. He vaguely remembered that ever since the Quigley family Incident, she hadn’t been as close to him as Shirley used to be.
Lost in thought, his phone rang.
It was Megan.
Holding the phone, Sullivan tilted his head slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he said, “Are you at Quinn Haven, or have you made it home? If you’re at Quinn Haven… I can come pick you up.”
There was a long silence on the phone before Megan softly replied, “I’m home.”
Sullivan smiled faintly, “Did you visit? Do you still like it?”
Megan didn’t respond.
Hearing a soft inhale on the other end, Sullivan sat up slightly, “Why are you crying? Should I come over?”
Megan murmured a soft no.
Sullivan, a mature man and husband to Megan for years, detected the vast compromise in that word, and the call itself was a concession from her.
He had achieved his goal and felt victorious, yet he also felt despicable.
He wondered, was it an illusion?
How could he possibly feel remorse or despicable? From a young age, his mother taught him to achieve his desires by any means.
But Megan was crying.
He thought, perhaps it was spending too much time with her that softened his heart. It wasn’t about love just the familiarity that breeds affection… nothing more!