Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 172

Early in the morning, Megan woke to find Sullivan’s handsome face enlarged and close as he slept on the couch One hand was tucked under his head while the other dominantly rested on Megan’s waist, emanating warmth.

His shirt was in disarray, his black trousers intact, though the belt was removed.

Megan assessed her own state

She was relatively put together but her intuition told her something was amiss beneath, and indeed, buried in the couch crevice was a thin, sheer piece of black lace

Her cheeks burned.

Last night she and Sullivan had done it

Attempting to move without waking him proved futile when the hand at her waist tightened, pulling her back against him. Adults as they were, the intimacy of their proximity spoke volumes.

The atmosphere was charged.

Sullivan’s hand gently patted her waist, his voice deep and husky, “Stay still! Don’t make me lose control again, and don’t you cry about

Megan ceased struggling, comfortably nestling against him, waiting for the moment to pass.

Eventually Sullivan softly caressed her shoulder, his gaze intense, “About last night, should I take responsibility?”

the evening

couldn’t recall the specifics, but perhaps

best, sparing her the psychological burden.

her

a violinist, truly a

commitment to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming, he was content to simply admire his wife in the

caught her hand. His voice softened, “Why so quiet?”

bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, momentanly lost in thought, then softly said, “We’re adults. No need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t officially filed

to confront the piece of black lace and

tidying the living room.

watching her, a teasing

“I was drunk, I

He retrieved the delicate garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and

try on every lingerie piece for him, a promise yet

happiness, of Sullivan’s wish to start over, and his commitment to being a good husband

up slightly, she forced her tears back and said, “There was no point in you coming over and sleeping here! The problems between us wouldn’t go away just because of that. Nonetheless, I have to thank you for what you’ve done for my dad and Lucia. So, if you

him, taking the initiative to sit on his

kissed his chin

“Till take contraceptives, no need to worry about

retorted, “Why would I worry?