Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 141

Sullivan had only managed a meager three hours of sleep.

When he awoke, his arms were tightly wrapped around Megan. Her slightly disheveled silk nightgown had slipped, revealing a delicate shoulder that shimmered softly in the pale down light.

She was still there, in his arms.

Sullivan bowed his head, nestling his face in the crook of her neck, finding comfort in the warmth of her skin.

He lingered for a moment before getting out of bed. Them was an important bidding meeting at the office he couldn’t afford to miss.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, Sullivan was struggling with his tie when he returned to the bedroom.

Megan was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. At the sound of his steps, she looked up, and their eyes locked.

A few seconds later, she seemed to recall the events of the previous night. Her voice soft and detached, she spoke, “Sullivan, the truth doesn’t seem so important anymore. It’s been a long time, and I don’t hold onto it as I used to. We should move forward.”

The morning light bathed her in a gentle glow as she spoke with newfound clarity. “Think about what I said last night.”

Sullivan didn’t respond.

He took a step towards the bed, his voice husky, “Would you mind helping me with my tie? I just can’t seem to get it right.” His voice trembled slightly towards the end, perhaps recalling the few tender moments from their three–year marriage.

Unexpectedly, Megan didn’t refuse

knelt on the bed as she used to and deftly tied his tie, leaning in to make it

their breaths

skilled, and the

the, she revisited their earlier conversation, “Sullivan,

was suddenly in his grasp.

hand encircled her, and he kissed her gently, not with

scent enveloping her as his hand pressed lightly against her

close to him.

3 5 3 8 £ £ £ 5 6 € 2 2 2 3 3 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 2 5 86 ± 3 I &

moon white silk of her nightgown contrasted with

was a messy, poignant image.

not yet thirty, and

on her shoulder, his breaths coming out in shallow maps, “Megan,

want this? Because I

nonchalant, “Don’t you have to be at the

gaze deepened. He didn’t actually crave her that much; he just wanted

was

little. She remained calm, straightened her nightgown, and

and decided to leave

gone, Megan lay back

ivory ceiling, she fought back tears, trying to keep her eyes wide open. All her feigned composure

in Sullivan’s absence.