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.

naive girl. After three years of intimacy with Sullivan, she could read between

he’d ask her to please him in ways she refused. She would simply bury her head in the pillow and cry, so for three years, she never did what he asked.

past refusals were out of modesty. Her current reluctance was because she no longer loved him, and

Her lips quivered.

her go, retreating to the bathroom to change back into the clothes he had arrived

for your answer, Mrs. Lowry. Don’t

her eyes red with hurt and

turned to leave. Descending to the first floor, his driver was already waiting, the black stretch limousine gleaming. in the morning light.

driver held the door open, steadying himself on the roof as he asked,

answer. He glanced back up at the window, where he saw Megan standing, staring out in silence. The shadows of the window panes seemed to bind her like ribbons, adding a seductive

maple tree stretched its branches, its leaves fiery

and full of

told the

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prospect of them retuming to a facade of a marriage–playing the loving couple

no