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,

child, mentioning how he was nearing thirty and many of his childhood friends were already

him, her fingers tenderly tracing

So dashing!

in swiftly winning her over, reigniting the spark she felt for him, Sullivan definitely had the charm to do

her eyes, her voice gentle, “It’s too soon, Sullivan. We still need to find our rhythm, and besides, aren’t you swamped with work? I’d want you to have the

himself up, gazing down

moment, he agreed with a

followed her usual routine of

retreated to his

knows if her husband’s heart lies elsewhere. Though Megan bore

their intimate moment, his

moment of release.

something to do with

telling her that what goes around comes around. Cressida’s misfortune with

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 invite was addressed to

bitter smile crossed Megan’s lips. She returned Sullivan’s coat to its place and stepped out

was cool as she wrapped her arms around

a cold marriage, and she still harbored hopes for his

She

herself inwardly, “Megan,

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