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

as she used to and deftly tied his tie, leaning

close that their breaths

were skilled, and the knot she formed was

she focused on the the, she revisited their earlier conversation,

was suddenly in

gently, not with force but with a tendemess

enveloping her as his hand

to him.

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her nightgown contrasted with his dark slacks.

a messy, poignant image.

still a young man, not yet

his forehead on her shoulder,

want this? Because I

you have

that much; he just wanted to see

confirmation, he was

and repeated, “Aren’t you supposed to go

checked the time and decided to

Megan lay back in

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

Sullivan’s absence.