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.

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

Sullivan scoffed, “I’m not interested in forcing myself on anyone, let alone a wounded one!”

the wound was

touch became gentler as he set

the energy if you plan to

care. She ate quietly. Her presence was so subdued, almost silent, it was as if

oatmeal, Sullivan found it hard to reconcile this image with her resolute demeanor at the hotel… and he couldn’t help but

her modest background, Cressida made small noises

see her face too often after marriage, maybe not even share a meal more than

because Megan couldn’t

Their eyes met

his mouth to speak, she lowered her gaze back to her oatmeal, showing no

didn’t care

regained some strength, she crawled back into

treated him as if he were thin

a few seconds before lying down on

the dead

woke