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

“If you’re tired, just sleep. 11l

in a half–dream state.

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

light cast a soft glow on Sullivan’s face,

Perhaps I can’t bear to let go, afraid that once I do, I’ll never find

stop

took her hand, their fingers interlocking.

her ear, “You’re like a little kid! Stop

her eyes, it was early

bed was empty

remembered Sullivan coming back late at night, lying

on it, quickly getting

was still

asleep on a small sofa nearby, Megan covered her with a blanket and sat quietly by the bed.

arrived, followed by Bianca.

wool suit and a meticulously chosen tie, looking every bit the picture of propriety, showing no signs of the previous night’s recklessness or his willingness to tenderly care for a woman.

sat next to Megan, giving

leaving, but not without casting

closed, Sullivan softly asked, “Dad hasn’t woken up

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