Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 115

Sullivan flicked on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. He propped himself up against the pillows and fixed Megan with a deep gaze, “What do you think?”

Megan had no idea.

With a faint smile, Sullivan’s voice was so husky and magnetic at night, “Megan, I’ve never truly loved anyone, and I don’t even know what it feels like. But this is the first time I’ve cared about a woman–cared enough to ditch my rules, cared enough to chase after you and fix your leaky faucet,”

He paused, then continued, “Or do you think I’m just looking for someone to warm my bed? You should know, if it were just about that, there are plenty of pretty women out there to satisfy that need”

Megan wasn’t one to indulge him, “I’m not stopping you.”

Sullivan chuckled softly. Under the light, his features were chiseled, the edge of his eyes and brows carrying the charm of a mature man. Megan knew if he wanted the company of young girls, he wouldn’t need to spend a dime.

Sullivan gently caressed her cheek. In a hushed tone, he said, “Maybe it’s age catching up with me, but I find myself longing for a family life. Megan, I want us to have a child, a boy or a girl… But more than that, I want your affection, like the kind you write about in a diary, where your eyes and heart are filled with only me.”

As Sullivan spoke, he thought he was just sweet–talking her, and his words were just a ploy to keep her by his side. But when the words left his mouth, an unexpected thought bubbled up within him.

Forget the past and start over with her. And to truly love her.

fleeting. Sullivan mused that perhaps domestic life

couldn’t help but feel a stir of emotion. It’s just that the hardships she had endured in their years of marriage made her hesitant to

tears. She leaned against the headboard, quietly staring at the opposite

voice, “Sullivan, I don’t know if you’re sincere, but if you are, it’s too late for us. A world meant for three is too crowded! And I don’t know if this is just

someone takes courage, and I’m no

her gaze lingering on him. There was a

tears.

away her tears, whispering, “Megan, I’m not being impulsive. I’m serious… I want to start over

tenderly cradled the nape of her

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marriage must have softened even the sturdiest of hearts. He guessed he must have developed some

he knew well enough that this fondness was not love. He wanted Megan and her affection, and he also made concessions for her.

told her not to be moved, her emotions tipped