Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 145

Alter waving goodbye to Cressida, Sullivan made his way back to the master bedroom on the second floor

He contemplated calling Megan down for dinner, realizing it had been ages since they’d shared a proper meal together. He was determined to make things right with her from now on.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he saw the gifts he had given her carelessly piled in a corner, a clear sign of how she had discarded his affections. Sullivan knew Megan did this on purpose, she was returning the treatment she had received from him in the past. It was just tit for tat

Frons the walk in closet, there came the faint sound of someone packing. Sullivan hastened over

Indeed, Megan was there, a suitcase open as she filled it with clothes, accessories, and her usual belongings–everything stuffed to the

brim

Sullivan watched, feeling a sharp pain in his eyes

With a swift move, he grabbed her wrist, pulling and pushing her down onto the sofa, his body close and his voice dangerously low. Where do you think you’re going?”

Megan didn’t struggle. She looked up at Sullivan, observing the urgency and anxiety in his eyes as if he truly cared about her.

She reached out with her slender fingers, gently tracing the contours of his face. “So, you’re done talking to her? Made her feel all better?”

Sullivan was infuriated!

caught her hand to stop the teasing caress and said gruffly, “I’m arranging for her to get

serenely. “How noble of you, hiding your mistress

in a firm bite. “Don’t twist my words.”

insist on helping her through her illness. her sickbed,

was thrust

took it and then froze

You stay by

He was asleep on the somber grey couch of the hospital room, a blanket over

they would appear to be a couple in love, especially with the look of adoration in Cressida’s eyes–a look that couldn’t

never been anything between him

come from?” he asked

Cressida’s provocation: Megan had bought

up, his tone icy. “I won’t divorce you. Not

walked away, slowly making his

important to me anymore. When you love someone, you think of them to the ends of the earth.

Sullivan paused.

gently stroked the metal doorknob, murmuring after

same roof.”