Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 5

The point of no return has been reached. Sullivan found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

Moreover underneath him, Megan was as delicate and fragrant as warm jade Sullivan couldn’t deny his attmction to her body, even if he didn’t love her

He was poised to take what he wanted, his intentions clear

Megan, her breath coming in quick gasps, pressed firmly against his shoulders “Sullivan,” she panted, “I haven’t been on the pill these past few days. I could get pregnant”

At her words, Sullivan halted. No matter how much he desired her, he hadn’t lost his reasoning. He didn’t want a baby out of this mamage with Megan–at least not now.

After a moment, he let out a snort. “It seems you’ve been giving this a lot of thought these past few days!”

Her mild resistance was nothing to him: Sullivan propped himself up on one hand beside her while pulling out an unopened small box from the nightstand drawer with the other, branded with some English letters.

Just as he was about to open it, his phone rang

Ignoring it, Sullivan continued to unwrap the box, leaning in to kiss Megan. But Megan refused, shaking her head trying to break free. The phone kept ringing.

Finally, Sullivan picked it up with annoyance.

It was his mother, Camilla.

tone detached, “your grandmother isn’t feeling well. Come over and see her! Oh, bring that woman with you. Your grandmother says she wants to eat her

or old. Her coolness was palpable even through the

He seemed to consider for a moment before telling the person on the phone,

sick. She wants to

Megan mustered the energy to

and the unopened box of condoms on the nightstand. His lips pursed, and then he left first.

Megan came downstairs, Sullivan was waiting in the

fading, the sky dim and the light murky

with a matching black skirt of the same material, long enough to reach her ankles,

door “Get in

the back seat, but Sullivan opened the

had no choice but to

black Bentley rolled out of the

the steering wheel with one hand, focusing on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at Megan through the

mirror.

car. Now that she wanted a divorce, she naturally

them remained

hill. The omate black gates swung open, and the villa lit up like daylight as

engine and tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she can’t handle any

her voice cold. “Don’t