Novel Square
Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Sullivan must have come directly from the office.
Dressed in a three–piece tailored suit that he wore with an effortless charm, he exuded a youthful handsomeness underscored by the distinctive allure of a successful man.
Many a young lady sneaked glances at him.
Accustomed to admiring eyes, Sullivan strode straight up to Megan, glancing at the massive movie poster. “Fancy watching this one?” he asked.
Megan clutched her movie ticket a little tighter. With a coy smile, she denied it. “Just here to grab a sodal”
Sullivan’s gaze was penetrating. He watched her for a moment, then casually bought her a drink. As he paid, he remarked offhandedly. “You never used to be a fan of this stuff.”
“People change Megan replied with a light smile.
Handing her the soda, Sullivan grinned. “How about catching the movie together then?”
It was the first time Sullivan had extended an invitation for a date. In the past, this would’ve sent Megan over the moon, giddy with excitement for nights on end. But now, she couldn’t be bothered to feign interest.
Yet, she knew all too well that her husband wasn’t easily dismissed. A direct refusal would be unwise.
“Hmm. Megan hummed noncommittally.
She handed him her shopping bag, claiming she’d go buy the tickets. But as Sullivan took the bag, he fumbled, and it tumbled to the ground, spilling black lace lingerie all over the pavement.
And they were a size C!
Before any onlookers could catch sight of the spectacle, Sullivan quickly gathered the scattered items. When he looked at her again, his sharp features bore a profound intensity. “Just bought these?”
Megan took a sip of her soda, slipping her arm through his.
In a soft whisper, she teased, “Just picked them up with Lucia. Sullivan, do you like them?”
His eyes darkened further.
Megan ramly flirted with him like this, especially after their marriage. His cool detachment and his domineering nature behind closed doors meant there was little need for seduction. Yet, even knowing her playfulness was deliberate, he felt a flicker of provocation.
Sullivan gave her a playful swat on the behind and said lazily, “Mrs. Lowry, you’re getting naughty!” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
They never did watch the movie. Sullivan took Megan home instead, in the back of a chauffeured car
Once seated, Sullivan couldn’t wait to kiss Megan. His hand reached for the red privacy button; the partition rose slowly, shielding them from the driver’s gaze.
The temperature inside the car climbed, and Sullivan’s voice was too heated. “Let’s go home and you can model that lingene for me…. yeah?”
Megan caressed his chiseled face and said softly, “Sullivan, did you leave work early just for this?”
He paused slightly. Gripping her slender neck, his eyes were deep.
They both knew the truth: he had come to see if his Mrs. Lowry had been stepping out, and she, for her part, was not entirely focused on
their home.
But neither spoke of it openly.
Megan picked a dyed, chestnut–colored hair from the seat beside her, her tone light. “It’s not Bianca’s hair color And since Bianca doesn’t usually sit in the back, and the driver cleans the car daily, I’m guessing Cressida was in your car this morning. Sullivan, I don’t pry into your affairs, but I expect a basic level of respect in our marriage!”
She almost accused him of having an affair with Cressida.
Sullivan glanced at her sharply, scoffing. “Is that all you wanted to say?”
Still with her gentle demeanor, Megan replied, “Sullivan, if asking questions made any difference, we wouldn’t be where we are today. If you want me to be jealous, then I demand you cut ties with her Can you do that?”