Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 165

Megan obeyed, a flush of embarrassment warming her cheeka.

His charcoal slacks contrasted with her soft, fair skin, a sight that stirred a deep rush of desire

As Sullivan leaned in, Megan’s delicate nostrils flared ever so slightly, an involuntary sign of her bashfulness. If not for their three years

of manage, one might think she was unacquainted with the intimacies shared between a man and a woman.

“Are you scared or just not used to this? Sullivan’s voice was deep and resonant, his gaze fixed on her petite face.

“It’s not that!” Megan rested her face against his shoulder, an act that always seemed to surrender to the moment, something Sullivan found irresistibly charming. He loved being in control, especially when it came to their moments of intimacy, completely lost in his affection for her.

But at this moment, he had no intentions of claiming her. He turned his head to look at her, gently caressing her face.

It was burning hot!

Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy red!

Sullivan was not a man of naive passions, nor was he a saint. He carried Megan to the white hospital bed, her hair spreading across the pillow…

Pleasing a woman was addictive.

Sweat glistened on Megan’s porcelain face as it pressed against the crisp, white pillow, her expression distant.

bending over kissed her

soothing her. “If you’re tired, just sleep.

in a half–dream state.

tears the size of peas escaping from her eyes. She knew, she was fully aware, asking him in a tearful voice, “Sullivan, why must you

on Sullivan’s face, softening

can’t bear to let go, afraid that once I do,

couldn’t stop

hand,

little kid!

eyes, it was early morning.

was empty beside

back late at night, lying beside

dwell on it, quickly getting up and walking to the opposite room.

was still

her with a blanket and sat quietly by

Sullivan arrived, followed by

looking every bit the picture

to Megan, giving her

the room before leaving, but

softly asked, “Dad hasn’t woken up yet?”

couldn’t bring herself to look at him, just murmuring