Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 69

Megan avoided his gaze, her back against the headboard, her voice a delicate whisper “I guess, the price you mentioned last night. includes me turning a blind eye to your fling with Cressida and to any future mistresses, right?”

Sullivan remained silent

Megan continued, “Sullivan, the moment you chose to get involved with Cressida, you stopped considering my feelings. And lets be honest, are we really husband and wife? No, we aren’t. Like you said, we are nothing more than… marriage partners.”

He had made it so clear. For her to play the role of the heartbroken fool would be ludicrous.

Finishing her piece, Sullivan couldn’t help but let out a sardonic chuckle. He approached her gently cradling her chin, his long finger tracing her flushed lips while he looked at her with a husky voice, “You’ve got quite a sharp tongue, don’t you?”

Megan, unable to bear it, tried to turn away.

But Sullivan suddenly leaned in, pinning her against the headboard. His nose was close enough to touch hers, their lips almost meeting, the softness of his breath enough to captivate the soul.

His eyes locked onto hers, his Adam’s apple tantalizingly bobbing.

“One day, Il savor this,” he murmured.

intimacy with Sullivan, she

tipsy, burning with desire, he’d ask her to please him in ways she refused. She would simply bury her head

because she no longer loved him, and naturally, she wouldn’t do such things for him,

Her lips quivered.

to change back into the clothes he had arrived in the night

emerging, he spoke indifferently. “Ill wait for your answer, Mrs. Lowry.

looked up, her eyes red with

his driver was already waiting, the

roof as he asked, “Mr.

he saw Megan standing, staring out in silence. The shadows of the window panes seemed

maple tree stretched its branches, its leaves

and full of life.

Sullivan softly told the

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he closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. He pondered over Megan’s choice, her silence on the matter of Cressida, the prospect of them retuming to a facade of a marriage–playing the loving couple by day,

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