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.

was just fleeting. Sullivan mused that perhaps domestic life had softened his mind that he literally wanted to

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

She leaned against

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 a whim… Today you say you want my affection, but you might discard it like an old

slightly, “Sullivan, falling for someone takes courage, and I’m no longer that

her gaze lingering on him. There was a touch of sadness, her

tears.

whispering, “Megan, I’m not being impulsive. I’m

he spoke, he tenderly cradled the nape of her

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of hearts. He guessed he must have developed some fondness for

that this fondness was not love. He wanted Megan and her affection, and he also made concessions for her. He told her that from now on, he would

told her not to