Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 119

Sullivan gazed at Megan’s serene face, glowing in the twilight’s gentle embrace, her beauty a soft whisper in th

He couldn’t help himself and leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered something saucy–a playful jest te would be innocent enough between loving spouses, but to Megan, it was repulsive.

Behind Sullivan, a maid peeked around the corner, curiosity etched on her face.

Megan’s voice was a gentle reminder, “Isn’t it time for dinner?”

Sullivan caught her slender wrist, chatting casually as they walked towards the dining room. He mentioned the evening’s special–crab, freshly delivered that afternoon.

“Isn’t that your favorite? Make sure you have an extra serving or two,” he said with a lighthearted nudge.

Megan offered a faint smile in return.

At dinner, she didn’t let her discontent show, nor did she confront her husband about his behavior.

When he played the doting lover, she played along.

Later that night, when Sullivan sought intimacy, Megan did not refuse. But just when the moment was upon them, her hands trembling, she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small box, asking him to wear protection,

Sullivan paused, taken aback.

Truth be told, he didn’t like to use it, and perhaps neither did Megan,

her softly, murmuring his longing for a child, mentioning how he was nearing thirty

at him, her fingers tenderly tracing the lines

So dashing!

her over, reigniting the spark she felt for him, Sullivan definitely had the

and besides, aren’t you swamped with work? I’d want you to have the energy to care for a child when the time

himself up, gazing down at

agreed with a

followed her usual routine

retreated to his

wife often knows if her husband’s heart lies elsewhere. Though Megan bore his touch, she was acutely

their intimate moment, his eyes

moment of release.

had something to do with

her that what goes around comes

Sullivan still absent, Megan decided to sort through his discarded clothes in the laundry room. While emptying his pockets,

Sullivan’s coat to its place and stepped out

cool as she

years of a cold marriage, and she

She

inwardly, “Megan, you’re

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