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.

gauze, instinctively curled behind her, this unconscious act spoke volumes about

myself on anyone, let alone

held back when she lashed out; the wound was deep. If not properly cared for, it

gentler as

need the energy if you plan

to care. She ate quietly. Her presence was so subdued, almost silent, it was as if she wasn’t there

couldn’t help but think of Cressida, the woman whose violin skills had dazzled him, the one he nearly married

a few times. Given her

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

his gaze was too intense because Megan couldn’t

Their eyes met

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

Megan didn’t care

strength, she

indifference treated him as if he were thin air.

seconds before lying down

dead

woke