Drama Novel
Chapter 175
Chapter 175
Megan felt a pang of sorrow. She muttered, “Sullivan, if you re…
red, how did we end up here?”
Overwhelmed, she couldn’t continue. Grabbing her clutch, she attempted to leave.
Sullivan leaned in, gently pressing on the back of her hand. “Stay and finish this meal with me!”
Megan shook her head, murmuring..“Sullivan, it’s just inappropriate for you to invest! Enjoy your meal; I’ll leave first.”
Sullivan held her still, his gaze dark and unreadable.
After a moment, as if after thorough contemplation, he grabbed his coat and followed. “I’ll take you home!”
He was always assertive, refusing to be denied. He escorted Megan out of the private dining room and opened the door of the black Bentley in the parking lot for her.
The passenger seat was occupied by a small, snow–white bundle.
It was Shirley!
The tiny creature curled up on the leather seat, seemingly asleep. Hearing the noise, it lifted its head, barely opening its jet–black eyes, looking innocently at Megan.
A wave of profound sadness suddenly engulfed Megan.
At that moment, she saw herself, the one who waited every night for Sullivan to come home.
The immense sorrow choked her, leaving her breathless.
She couldn’t bear to look at Shirley any longer, and stepped back hurriedly.
Standing in the darkness, she softly said to the person beside her, “Sullivan, I want to go home alone.”
“What’s wrong?”
Sullivan stepped forward, trying to touch her shoulder.
But Megan recoiled sharply, backing into the black Bentley. Her eyes moistened as she silently stared at him.
“Don’t come closer, Sullivan! Stay away!
She lowered her eyes, steadying herself on the car, then started to walk away from him. Her steps were unsteady, much like the rocky path their relationship had taken.
Tiny snowflakes began to fall, scattering lightly.
Landing on Megan’s hair, on her shoulders. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
She walked alone amid the gentle snow, but even its soft touch couldn’t soothe the pain in her heart. She mustered the courage to leave him, and she was already halfway there, yet Sullivan wouldn’t let her go.
He was always there when she was sad.
Those once cherished memories revived, assaulting her, making her flee in panic. She had loved him fearlessly for six years, and now, she couldn’t even muster the courage to glance at him again.
10:26
“Megan!” Behind her, Sullivan called her name tenderly.
Megan stopped, her eyes downcast, deeply saddened, “Sullivan, why did you bring it back? You know…”
“That it reminds me of you, right?”
Sullivan closed the car door, watching her retreating figure, his voice rough, “Bianca brought it over, and I thought it resembled you, but I liked it. Megan, you said you wanted to go home alone, so I’ll let you go, but call me when you get home… okay?”
Megan turned sharply, her eyes teary as she looked at him.
Separated by a few inches through the gentle snow, they gazed at each other.
No ancient vows, just a three–year crumbling marriage and her repeated disappointments in him.
cweaty around
Megan didn’t go home; she headed to Quinn Haven. Stepping out of the cab, her hand was sweaty the key.
Sullivan gave her the key earlier, saying, “I passed by Quinn Haven this morning, went in, and saw the winter jasmine blooming in the garden!”
Deep into the night, Quinn Haven was partially veiled by the light snow, possessing a serene beauty.
Megan looked up, lost in thought.
After a while, she used the key to open the black wrought–iron gate, pushing it open to see the dark courtyard lit by small nightlights, making the snowflakes dance like silk in the night sky.