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,

mentioning how he was nearing thirty and many of his childhood friends were already blessed with

up at him, her fingers tenderly tracing the lines

So dashing!

swiftly winning her over, reigniting the spark she

and besides, aren’t you swamped

himself up, gazing down

agreed

usual routine of a relaxing bath and

retreated

bore his touch, she was acutely

their intimate moment, his

moment of release.

suspected it had something to

been telling her that what goes around comes around.

sort through his discarded clothes in the laundry room. While emptying his pockets, she found an invitation to a private soiree, clearly in the handwriting Luke. However, the

Megan’s lips. She returned Sullivan’s coat to its place

was cool as she wrapped her arms

a cold marriage, and she

She

inwardly,

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