Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 59

Sullivan returned with a tray of warm catmeal, setting it down on the small round table before scooping Megan into his arms, intent on bringing her over for breakfast.

Megan was propped against the headboard, her voice barely above a whisper, “It’s different!”

Sullivan paused, taken aback

After a moment, he realized what she was mferring to.

un with

Looking into Sullivan’s eyes. Megan’s voice softened even further, “I used to love you, so even when I didn’t want to, I would put up it to make you happy”

“And now?” In the gentle lamplight, Sullivan studied her delicate features, his tone hushed, “Now you don’t love me, is that it? Megan, 1 don’t know when you stopped loving me, but frankly, I don’t care! Love isn’t a big deal these days!”

Sullivan was a businessman through and through.

He didn’t believe in love!

In the business world, no one cared about feelings. What mattered were fame and power. Wives, children, even lovers were mere accessones to a man’s status.

With that, he picked her up and headed for the couch.

slightly. Her arm, wrapped in white gauze, instinctively curled behind her, this unconscious act spoke volumes about her reluctance

not interested in forcing myself

softened. Megan had not held back when she lashed out; the wound was deep. If not properly cared for, it would scar, and only

as he set

need the energy if you

mocking lilt on the last words, but Megan didn’t seem to care. She ate quietly. Her presence was so subdued, almost silent, it was as

Sullivan found it hard to reconcile this image with her resolute demeanor at the hotel… and he couldn’t help but think of Cressida, the woman whose violin skills had dazzled him, the one he nearly married out of gratitude.

few times. Given her modest background, Cressida made small noises while

he figured he wouldn’t have to see her face too often after marriage, maybe not even share a meal more than a couple of times a week. He could tolerate it, maybe even get used to it…

his gaze was too intense because Megan couldn’t

Their eyes met

Sullivan opened his mouth to speak, she lowered her gaze back to her oatmeal, showing no interest in talking. Suddenly, Sullivan felt his mood sour

Megan didn’t care

regained some strength, she crawled

as if

the table, Sullivan stared at her for a few seconds before lying down on the couch,

the dead of

Sullivan woke