Three days later, Sullivan returned to Borough City.
As the evening sky melted into twilight, a gleaming black limousine slowly rolled into the driveway of a grand estate and came to a stop.-
The driver opened the car door.
Sullivan got out of the car, closed the rear door behind him and, upon seeing the driver ready to take his luggage, he waved him off, “I’ll take it from here.”
No sooner had he entered the grand foyer than the housekeeper approached. “Sir, there’s been trouble with Mrs. Lowry’s father recently. The lady has been quite upset. She is upstairs now.”
Sullivan was already aware of the Quigley family’s predicament.
With a subtle frown of concern, he carried his suitcase upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and found Megan at the vanity, sorting through her belongings.
Setting his luggage down, Sullivan loosened his tie, sat on the edge of the bed, and observed his wife.
Megan had always enjoyed doing household chores since they married—organizing, baking cookies… If it weren’t for her stunning looks and figure, Sullivan might as well have taken her as a housekeeper in his mind.
Megan remained silent for a long while.
Sullivan, tired from his business trip and seeing that she wasn’t speaking, didn’t bother to initiate conversation… He headed into the closet, took a bathrobe to the shower room. While he was showering, he thought that given Megan’s timid nature, by the time he finished, she would have cooled down, unpacked his suitcase, and slipped back into the role of a docile wife.
He was quite certain of it.
Thus, when he came out of the bathroom to find his suitcase untouched, he felt the need to talk to her.
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