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.

Come over and see her! Oh, bring that woman with you. Your grandmother says

young or old. Her coolness was palpable even through the phone.

hand still on Megan’s body, looked down at her from above. He seemed to consider for a moment before telling the person on the phone, “I’ll

up, he got up and dressed swiftly. “Grandma’s sick. She wants to see you. We can deal with any issues when we

bed, Megan mustered the energy to dress in silence.

a glance at Megan’s slender back and the unopened box of condoms on the nightstand. His lips pursed, and

Sullivan was waiting in the car smoking.

was fading, the sky dim and

of the same material, long enough to reach

door “Get in

but

had no choice but to silently get into

Bentley rolled out

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

mirror.

of marriage, she rarely rode in his car. Now that she wanted a divorce, she naturally did not

of them remained silent.

omate black gates swung open, and the villa lit up like

killed the engine and tumed to Megan. “Granny’s unwell, she

out, her voice cold. “Don’t worry.”