Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 59



Chapter 59

Sullivan returned with a tray of warm catmeal, setting it down on the small round table before scooping Megan into his arms, intent on bringing her over for breakfast.

Megan was propped against the headboard, her voice barely above a whisper, “It’s different!”

Sullivan paused, taken aback

After a moment, he realized what she was mferring to.

un with

Looking into Sullivan’s eyes. Megan’s voice softened even further, “I used to love you, so even when I didn’t want to, I would put up it to make you happy”

“And now?” In the gentle lamplight, Sullivan studied her delicate features, his tone hushed, “Now you don’t love me, is that it? Megan, 1 don’t know when you stopped loving me, but frankly, I don’t care! Love isn’t a big deal these days!”

Sullivan was a businessman through and through.

He didn’t believe in love!

In the business world, no one cared about feelings. What mattered were fame and power. Wives, children, even lovers were mere accessones to a man’s status.

With that, he picked her up and headed for the couch.

Megan’s body shook slightly. Her arm, wrapped in white gauze, instinctively curled behind her, this unconscious act spoke volumes about her reluctance and fear towards him.

Annoyed, Sullivan scoffed, “I’m not interested in forcing myself on anyone, let alone a wounded one!”

Recalling the doctor’s words. Sullivan’s expression softened. Megan had not held back when she lashed out; the wound was deep. If not properly cared for, it would scar, and only cosmetic surgery could fix that

His touch became gentler as he set her down.

“Eat! You’ll need the energy if you plan to run away, Mrs. Lowry!”

He couldn’t help the mocking lilt on the last words, but Megan didn’t seem to care. She ate quietly. Her presence was so subdued, almost silent, it was as if she wasn’t there at all.

Watching her demurely spoon oatmeal, Sullivan found it hard to reconcile this image with her resolute demeanor at the hotel… and he couldn’t help but think of Cressida, the woman whose violin skills had dazzled him, the one he nearly married out of gratitude.

He had dined with Cressida a few times. Given her modest background, Cressida made small noises while eating.

Sullivan disliked that. But back then, he figured he wouldn’t have to see her face too often after marriage, maybe not even share a meal more than a couple of times a week. He could tolerate it, maybe even get used to it…

Perhaps his gaze was too intense because Megan couldn’t help but look up.

Their eyes met

As Sullivan opened his mouth to speak, she lowered her gaze back to her oatmeal, showing no interest in talking. Suddenly, Sullivan felt his mood sour

Clearly, Megan didn’t care about his feelings..

Once she had finished eating and regained some strength, she crawled back into bed to rest.

Her cold indifference treated him as if he were thin air.

After clearing the table, Sullivan stared at her for a few seconds before lying down on the couch, abruptly turning off all the lights in a huff.

In the dead of

night, Sullivan woke unexpectedly.

Opening his eyes, he noticed an empty bed and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Megan must be in there.

Was she showering?

Muttering a curse, Sullivan rose and yinked the bathroom door open.

And then, they both froze.

Megan hadn’t expected him to wake up, and Sullivan certainly hadn’t anticipated this scene… The bathtub was full, and Megan stood naked at its edge, her hair cascading down to her slender waist, highlighting her pale, supple skin.

Megan was in the middle of bathing. With one arm injured, her movements were clumsy.

TFUGL

Upon seeing Sullivan enter, she quickly covered her chest with her hands, her long, pale legs involuntarily rubbing together and trembling ever so slightly Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.


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