All Novel Romance
Chapter 178
Chapter 178
It was late at night.
Bianca was profoundly shaken.
It took her a moment to collect herself, and she couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Lowry, the VIP ward is exclusively for the direct descendants of the Lowry family. Cressida… if Megan finds out, she’s definitely not going to be pleased.”
Sullivan, however, said, “Do as I say!” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
His command was not to be questioned by Blanca, but before hanging up the phone, she couldn’t resist adding, “Mr. Lowry, I fear one day, you’ll regret this!”
After hanging up, Bianca took a deep breath.
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she slightly tilted her head back, knowing all too well. She knew how Megan had made her way back to Sullivan, how cruelly Sullivan had treated Megan, betraying her time and again!
She had once believed that Sullivan loved Megan, but now, it seemed that love, within the iron– hearted- Sullivan, was as shallow as a puddle!
The next evening, with the snow still falling.
Megan was leaving the music center when she saw Sullivan’s car parked outside. She stopped in her tracks, letting the gentle snowflakes fall on her hair.
She felt a turmoil of emotions.
Two hours earlier, Luke had gone to the Lowry Group to sign a contract with Sullivan, accepting his two hundred million investment, making Sullivan the main sponsor of the Paxton Global Classical Concert.
It was a decision she had pondered all night, a compromise with herself. Her heart told her to give each)
other one last chance.
The door of the black Bentley opened, and Sullivan stepped out, holding Shirley in one arm, which didn’t detract from his dashing looks but rather added a bit of a family man vibe.
Their eyes met, and after a long gaze, he walked up to her, brushed off the snowflakes from her hair gently, and said, “Your eyes are still a bit red. Cried a lot last night?”
She turned her face away, too ashamed to admit it.
Sullivan’s hand softly moved to clasp the back of her neck, pulling her into his embrace. He bowed his head to kiss her hair lightly and murmured, “Let’s go home, Mrs. Lowry!”
Megan’s cheek rested on his shoulder.
His skin was warm, carrying a faint, pleasant scent of tobacco….
Sullivan turned his face, pressing his nose against hers, and kissed her deeply, whispering, “Last night, I thought about you all night!”
The car was warm.
10:26
Megan took off her coat and leaned back into the seat, saying softly, “I should go back! It’s too soon, Sullivan; I’m not ready yet!”
Shirley, in her arms, was hopping around.
Sullivan picked it up and placed it in the back seat, to which Shirley realizing its resistance was futile, it finally laid down.
Otested with several barks. But after
Sullivan turned to Megan and said softly, “Love doesn’t need preparation. Only having a baby does.”
Having a baby…
Megan looked stunned, somewhat adorably.
Sullivan leaned in to kiss her, deeply, then lightly, yet still unsatisfied.
He rubbed his nose against hers, the touch tantalizing, his voice even huskier with the allure of a mature man, “When shall we have one? Megan, I want to be a dad! Preferably a little girl, who runs up to me in her little dress when I come home from work… calling me daddy, asking to be picked up.”
His words painted a beautiful picture, yet Megan was nearly in tears.
She leaned weakly against the seat back, putting up her last resistance, “But I don’t know our ending! Sullivan, can I trust you one more time?”