Favo Novel
Chapter 58
Chapter 58
The hospital room was far from quiet. Two doctors were speaking with Sullivan at the bedside
‘She’s lost a lot of blood!”
“Look after the transfusion of 800 milliliters, she’s out of danger. It’s up to Mrs. Lowry when she wants to wake up Yes, Mrs. Lowry’s will to pull through doesn’t seem very strong right now”
“By tomorrow moming at the latest. If she doesn’t come around by dawn, I suggest a full–body workup for Mrs. Lowry.”
After a short while, the doctors left
Sullivan saw them out and upon closing the door, turned to see Megan stiming.
Her delicate face rested against the crisp, white pillow,
Her hair loosely spread over the pillowcase, the hospital gown hung slack on her, adding a fragile beauty to her convalescent state.
Sullivan watched quietly for a few seconds before approaching. He sat down beside the bed, his tone gentle, “You’ve been out for five hours! Hungry? I can have something brought in for you”
Megan buned her face deeper into the pillow.
She didn’t want to look at him or talk to him
Sullivan knew what was on her mind and said calmly, “Cora’s been released. She’s over at Pinecrest Hospital now. Megan, you don’t have to say a word to me, but I don’t think you want your parents to find out what happened tonight.”
Finally, Megan asked, “Cora’s back?”
Sullivan caressed her pale cheek mockingly as he said, “If she hadn’t come back, I might have been a widower by now!”
Megan tumed her face away in distress!
Sullivan had his fun and withdrew his hand, dialing the internal line to order a meal. Then he poured Megan a glass of water.
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But Megan was too weak. She couldn’t sit up on her own, so after watching her struggle, Sullivan gently supported her against his shoulder
Through the thin layer of his shirt, Megan could smell a mixture of his masculine scent and a faint, disturbing fragrance the remnants of their earlier intimacy..
That scent was
as unbearable for Megan.
It brought back memories of being pressed against the couch by Sullivan, the indignity of the act – not the first of its kind since their marriage, but this time it felt particularly humiliating.
“What are you thinking about?”
Sullivan set aside the glass and gently pinched her chin to force her to look at him.
A blush crept across Megan’s pale face.
Suddenly, Sullivan guessed her thoughts.
His fingers lightly traced her velvet lips, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “it’s not like we haven’t done it on the couch before. Back then, you didn’t seem to mind the position.”
More than not minding, from his perspective, she always seemed particularly responsive in that position, often bringing him to the brink unexpectedly.
As a married couple, he felt entitled to bring it up.
Megan wanted to avoid the topic. She turned her face into the pillow, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’d like to rest now”
There was a knock on the door.
Sullivan watched Megan’s face for a moment before answering it.
Bianca stood at the door. As Sullivany executive assistant, delivering meals in the dead of night was certainly beneath her pay grade But given the scandalous nature of tonight’s events, the entire ward at the Lowry Hospital was on lockdown.
No one knew that the wife of the Lowry Group CEO had been admitted for self–harm
Blanca couldn’t come in, either
Sullivan took the items and closed the door
Bianca lingered at the doorway. She stared at the door, Inst in thought. Although she hadn’t seen what had transpired, she could imagine. the extent of it. Moreover from their bnet encounter just now, she could detect a faint scent of intimacy on Sullivan.
They had been together at the hotel. And she couldn’t help but wonder, just how intense had their confrontation been for Megan to