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Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Megan trembled in his arms, her mind a whirlpool of the not–so–sweet memories s that haunted the past three years. Her body felt nearly
dysfunctional from the emotional toll
Sullivan was on the brink of claiming her completely when his phone enpted with a persistent ring.
Annoyed, he grabbed the device and saw Bianca’s name flashing on the screen. With a moment’s hesitation, he answered, but his tone was brusque, “What’s so important that it can’t wait till moming?”
On the other end, Bianca’s voice was laced with urgency “Mr. Lowry, Cressida’s back in Borough City!”
Sullivan’s brow furrowed slightly. He glanced at Megan, then got up and stepped outside to continue the call, but not before Megan caught the gist of Bianca’s announcement.
Cressida was back in Borough City. Sullivan’s mistress had made her grand return, and for Megan, the official Mrs. Lowry in name, it was a slap in the face.
After a brief two minutes, Sullivan returned, his expression taut.
Cressida had made quite the entrance, surrounded by paparazzi at the airport, where she had the misfortune of breaking her leg, again. And to add insult to injury, her parents had announced to the media that their Baldwin family was now in–laws with the illustrious Lowry Group
This was undoubtedly a scandal of epic proportions.
Sullivan had to handle it personally, and that included dealing with Cressida.
As he dressed, he glanced at Megan, who lay limp
p on the bed, and said in a detached tone, “Got an emergency, you should get some sleep. Ill be back in the morning to take you home.”
Megan tumed her back to him, silent.
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Sullivan took one last look at her before grabbing silence of the night
his cos
coat and hastily leaving. Soon, the sound of a car engine revving up
p filled the
Megan knew he wouldn’t return that evening. She thought about the past, how each time Sullivan visited Cressida in Harmony City, she would be consumed by jealousy, often losing sleep. But now, Megan realized she no longer cared.
His coldness, his cruelty, all the ways he had wronged her they didn’t matter anymore.
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The sky was barely lit when Sullivan walked into the hospital room at Pinecrest Hospital.
Cressida, in her hospital gown, leaned against the pillows, her doe eyes filled with adoration as she looked at Sullivan
He sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, checking for any messages from Megan.
None
one came
Bianca entered the room, leaned towards Sullivan, and whispered. “The media’s been handled, Mr. Lowry. Nothing will leak that
shouldn’t.”
Sullivan looked at her, then pocketed his phone. He was about to respond when Cressida, watching his face carefully, said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lowry. My father thought we were an item. He assumed a wedding was in the cards when he spoke to the press!”
Before Sullivan could reply, Bianca couldn’t contain her irritation. “Ms. Baldwin, it seems you’ve forgotten that Mr. Lowry is a married man. Where did you get the idea that you were in a relationship with him, let alone that he would marry you?”
Normally, Bianca would use Cressida to needle Megan, but now seeing Cressida’s manipulative attempt to gauge Sullivan’s stance, Bianca lost her cool. She wouldn’t tolerate such lowly tactics from anyone who dared set sights on Sullivan
Her agitation was evident, and Sullivan gave her a sharp look. Bianca remembered his previous warnings and promptly stepped back, pressing her lips together.
Cressida was adept at reading the room. With trembling lips and eyes brimming with tears, she appealed, “Bianca, you’ve got it all wrong. I never thought I was dating Mr. Lowry. I’m aware he has a wife. His kindness to me…. was only because I once unwittingly awoke him. All I want is to heal my leg and learn from Paxton. I dare not hope for anything more. Bianca, you wouldn’t hold that against me, would you?”
Blanca was seething, now fully aware of Cressida’s cunning. Every word was innocent, yet each was a dagger aimed at her! Bianca turned to Sullivan, seeking his cue.
Sullivan was already in a foul mood, thanks to the Baldwin family’s blunder. He faced Cressida with an expression void of warmth “Until these matters are settled, I suggest your parents watch their tongues. They should know what can and cannot be said!”