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

so close that their breaths mingled,

were skilled, and the knot

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

waist was suddenly in his grasp.

her, and he kissed her gently, not with force but with a tendemess that seeped into

enveloping her as his hand pressed lightly

to

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her nightgown contrasted with his dark

a messy,

young man, not yet thirty, and

her shoulder, his breaths coming out

Because I really

nonchalant, “Don’t you have to be

her that much; he just wanted to see if she still had feelings for him. But when he

confirmation, he was met

felt little. She remained calm, straightened her nightgown, and repeated, “Aren’t you supposed to

the time and decided

he was gone, Megan lay

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

in Sullivan’s