Drama Novel
Chapter 26
Chapter 26
He held Megan’s slender neck in one hand, and with the other, he pushed her head down toward him until their foreheads touched. His prominent nose met hers, and his thin lips were just a breath away. The heat of his exhalation made Megan tremble slightly.
She was a mix of emotions, dazed and filled with desire
But deep down, something fell off
She and Sullivan. they shouldn’t be doing this.
In the heat of the moment, Megan nestled against his neck, whispering into his ear, “Sullivan, when are we getting a divorce?”
Sullivan’s body tensed. He pinched her delicate cheek, forcing her to look at him.
Megan’s face was flushed, the blush spreading mature allure. She gazed at him, murmuring unconsciously, “Sullivan, do you know…! don’t like you anymore; I just don’t!”
She repeated it several times
Sullivan’s expression tumed ugly. He gripped her chin, stared at her for a long moment, and then said softly, “Do you think I care?”
He truly didn’t need to care
Because he didn’t love her, because their marriage was a mistake from the start, because…
Logic told Sullivan that he didn’t need to be concerned with childish affections. He just needed an obedient wife, a way to release his pent–up energy
Megan’s supple body was there, on the bed.
He just needed to possess her. Just like every time before, even if Megan cried her eyes out, he wouldn’t be swayed. But now, seeing the tears in Megan’s eyes, Sullivan didn’t have the heart to continue!
He let her go, tossing a blanket over her carelessly.
Then, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and went to the living room to smoke. From NôvelDrama.Org.
As Sullivan smoked, his pale Adam’s apple bobbed gently, attractive and full of tension.
Soon, a thin veil of smoke rose around him, casting a hazy aura.
He didn’t want to admit how frustrated he was.
He didn’t want to acknowledge the anger that flared within him when Megan said she didn’t like him… and the discomfort, like something that belonged to him had been taken away!
He also didn’t want to guess when she had stopped liking him.
After smoking a pack of cigarettes, Sullivan stepped out of the bedroom and slowly descended the staircase. His face was stolc,
impassive.
The housekeeper was still up and noticed his sour expression. Hadn’t Mr. and Mrs. Lowry been… Intimate? Why did Mr. Lowry look so displeased?
Sullivan’s voice was indifferent. “Bring me some coffee to sober up.”
After the housekeeper handed him the mug and quickly left, Sullivan snuffed out his cigarette and carried his coffee upstairs.
The master bedroom was still faintly sweet, like the fragrance of blooming lotus in June… Clothes, both his and hers, were scattered on
the floor.
Sullivan ignored the mess. He sat on the bed, looking at the woman lying there.
Her smooth skin, her waist so slender his arm could circle it, her legs well–proportioned. She rubbed against the sheets uncomfortably in her drunkenness, unintentionally exuding a woman’s charm.
Sullivan’s anger spiked
Perhaps recalling her earlier words, he spoke harshly, “Get up. Drink this hangover coffee and then sleep.”
Megan didn’t respond. Her pale face buried in the pillow, her voice trembling, “Sullivan, we shouldn’t be doing this…”
Sullivan glared at her.
After a while, his voice turned cold as he said, “Dare to say that again! I should just smother you!”
That way, she couldn’t utter those unpleasant words.
Sullivan was usually proud and marely catered to others. Besides, he had been feeling quite pent–up lately, so he didn’t bother with her anymore and just lay down to sleep.
But Megan was right there beside him. How could he sleep?
Tossing and turning for a long time.
Finally, Sullivan reached out and pulled her into his arms. He gritted his teeth near her ear. “If you don’t like me, you won’t have the chance to like anyone else!”
Megan felt cold. Now in contact with his warmth, she snuggled comfortably into his embrace.