Book TRK
Chapter 129
Chapter 129
Sullivan’s fingers trembled as they grazed the vanity-
Megan had taken the dairy!
Suddenly, a faint burnt scent wafted in from the balcony, the unmistakable smell of something scorched. Sullivan’s body jolted with realization, and he hurried out to the balcony.
There, he saw Megan burning their wedding photo.
And there, the dairy, too, was being consumed by the flames in Megan’s hands.
Megan sat there, watching the fire silently as if she were burning something of no consequence.
“You’re insane!”
Without a second thought, Sullivan lunged forward to rescue the dairy, his bare hands reaching into the flames. He didn’t even have time to think about why he was doing this–it was just a dairy, after all.
The fire died down, but only half of the dairy remained.
Ignoring the burns on his palms, Sullivan frantically flipped through the dairy, and the page that opened bore the line: [Sullivan will never love me!]
Sullivan’s heart shook!
When he looked up again, his gaze fixed on Megan, “You’re burning it. Are you saying you don’t want the years of affection anymore?”
“I don’t want it!”
Megan’s eyes were also reddened, and they glared at each other like cornered beasts.
After a while, Megan spoke with a disheartened tone, “I don’t want it! Sullivan, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore!”
Sullivan was clad in a thin shirt. A gust of autumn wind blew, bringing with it a fine drizzle that clung to his frame.
The raindrops felt like needles against his skin, a stinging pain. He stared into Megan’s eyes, filled with disillusionment, and for the first time, he tasted true panic.
The rain continued to pour.
The maid tidied up the bedroom, Megan took a shower, and then she lay down on the bed to sleep.
Approaching noon, the maid brought in food, and Megan spoke in a muted voice that she wasn’t hungry.
Sullivan sat downstairs, smoking.
In front of him lay a charred picture frame and the half–burned dairy.
These were the things Megan didn’t want anymore!
Through the thin veil of smoke, Sullivan stared quietly at those two items. His body was weary–tending to Cressida’s illness had deprived him of a good night’s sleep for a long time, but at that moment, he didn’t
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Want to sleep, nor could he
He thought of Megan
He pondered the reality of his relationship with Megan, Wasn’t this what he had anticipated?
Why did her sadness pain him en? His quilt towards Cressida was a matter of duty, but what about
Megan? Beyond needing her as Mrs. Lowry, beyond desiring her body, beyond using her to spite Begonia, was there something more?
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The maid came down from the second floor and approached him softly, “Madam says she doesn’t want to call Sir, please talk to Madam”
Sullivan asked her to leave the food. His voice was hoarse as he inquired, “Was Madam in much pain last night?”
The maid’s eyes reddened. “Madam was in so much pain she nearly passed out! And you weren’t by her side.”
She bit her tongue, knowing it wasn’t her place to speak out of turn, and then she left.
Sullivan carried the lunch upstairs,
Pushing open the master bedroom door, Megan was lying there, seemingly asleep, but he knew she wasn’t she just didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to deal with him.
Sullivan set the tray on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching her.
Megan’s small face was buried in the pillow, a strand of her hair spilled across the pristine linen, and her nose was slightly red, likely from crying again,
He spoke softly, “Come on, eat something. You can’t go without food. Lila said…”
Megan shifted slightly, Her voice was muffled and hoarse as she spoke into the pillow, “Sullivan, can we just act normal? If you don’t like me, if you see me as nothing but a plaything, then don’t talk to me with that soft voice. It’s as if you actually care, as if you love me. Sullivan, do you know? Now, when I hear that caring tone of yours, I feel this visceral disgust!”
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