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?”

memories of the

specifics, but perhaps it was

best, sparing her the psychological burden.

gracefully running her fingers

truly a sight

a rare leisure in his posture that his commitment to the Lowry Group seldom allowed. This moming, he was content to simply admire

caught her hand. His voice softened, “Why so

need for responsibilities for such things! Besides, we haven’t officially filed for divorce, so one

to confront the piece of black lace and retreated to her

tidying the

marriage to Sullivan. Organizing and cooking had brought her peace. Sullivan sat back, watching her, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Letting go so

“I was drunk,

press further. He retrieved the delicate garment from the couch, pulling Megan close and teasing, “From our movie

looked at her, recalling her promise to try on

start over, and his commitment to

enough for a lifetime.” Looking 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

him, taking the initiative to sit on his

his chin

she whispered, “Till take contraceptives, no need to worry about getting

“Why would I worry?