Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 107

Both Sullivan and Megan were lost in their own thoughts.

The sound of knocking broke the silence, followed by the maid’s voice, “Dinner is served, Mr. and Mrs. Lowry. Shall I set the table now?”

Sullivan called out, “Yes, please do.”

As the maid’s footsteps faded away, Sullivan still hadn’t released Megan.

She squirmed a bit, “Didn’t you hear? Dinner’s ready. Let me up.”

Sullivan gazed at her intensely, his eyes never wavering.

Megan couldn’t guess what was on his mind. She pushed against his chest, trying to rise, but he caught her wrist and placed it back over his heart. His heartbeat was strong and thumping rhythmically beneath her palm.

Megan quickly withdrew her hand as if scalded.

With a teasing smile, Sullivan hooked his finger under her chin, “Scared of a little heartbeat, Mrs. Lowry? What’s on your mind?”

Megan couldn’t stand this kind of provocative talk. She found herself missing his no–nonsense attitude; it was painful at times, but at least it was bearable. His current softness left her feeling out of her depth.

straighten her dress, and once composed, she headed for the door, “I’ll take your luggage back to the bedroom. Why don’t you freshen up, Sullivan? They’ve started serving dinner

came from

on the doorknob, she couldn’t help but look back. She saw Sullivan lounging on the couch, his eyes following her with a depth that was inscrutable. Noticing her

and after a moment, she murmured, “We’ve been married too long

we?”

Sullivan didn’t press further.

Megan left, Sullivan lit up a

rose, and his expression

people. He knew Megan’s bravado all too well, but a smart man also knows that a woman’s greatest weakness can often

other men might have. He knew Megan had feelings for him once. He just had to charm her, and she would surely fall for him again, while he watched her succumb with clear

This

too rushed, but next year might be good for trying. A wife and child…

his cigarette in silence and then

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the table, he was reserved, not exerting any of his masculine charm. After the meal, he retreated

a sigh

evening, after her bath, she sat at her vanity to apply her skincare routine. She pondered the intimacy earlier–likely just a whim of Sullivan’s. Distance should be usual theme of