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.

After three years of intimacy with Sullivan, she could read

to please him in ways she refused. She would simply bury

past refusals were out of modesty. Her current reluctance was because she no longer loved him, and naturally, she wouldn’t do such

Her lips quivered.

back into the

“Ill wait for your answer, Mrs. Lowry. Don’t keep me waiting

eyes red with

floor, his driver was already waiting, the

driver held the door open, steadying himself on the roof

standing, staring out in silence. The shadows of the window panes seemed to bind her

its branches, its

and full of

long moment, Sullivan softly told the driver,

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