Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 12

Before Megan could even react, he was already by her side, pinching her delicate chin and whispering dangerously close to her ear, “Are you talking about selling yourself?”

Megan was shaking all over. She didn’t deny it.

Instead of getting angry, Sullivan chuckled. He leaned in close, whispering like a tender lover, “And to whom would you sell yourself? in Borough City, bearing the title of Mrs. Lowry, see who would dare to take you? Besides, could you stand being touched by another man? Men who buy wonen go straight to it, just like on our wedding night. Remember how much that hurt… have you forgotten?”

Megan’s face turned ashen

How could she forget? On their wedding night, Sullivan was extremely rough to get back at her.

That night Megan was almost killed.

Seeing that things were in his favor, Sullivan backed off. He released her, gently caressing her cheek, “Come back as Mrs. Lowry, and we can be as we were before.

Megan’s slender neck was tightly strained. Suddenly, her eyes caught the gleam of a brand–new violin resting in the bookcase across

the room

Megan remembered the tabloid stories that the CEO of Lowry Group spent a whopping 20 million to buy an exorbitantly priced violin, all for a lady’s smile.

So, this was it…

Megan laughed. The same as they were before? To be his plaything in bed, to serve and please him every day without a shred of care or respect in return, to be less regarded than his secretary, to share her husband with others that was the “before” she knew.

past, such a man, she wanted none

and she said word for word. “Find someone else to

that, she turned to leave

next second, she

her waist, his handsome face nuzzled against her ear, carrying the

shivered

her thin frame, easily overcoming her

heels, fair and slender, couldn’t stop trembling… Sullivan knew her body too well. If he was in the mood, he could play her

Just like now!

her slender back, his

And who will satisfy you if you

man could easily satisfy you, hmm?”

shame, struggling desperately.

having been Mrs. Lowry for three years,

pleasure in making her cry out and break down.

more and more out of line.

bear it anymore and slapped him across the face.

the first time she had struck him–a first for the distinguished Mr. Lowry to

temper and immediately gave her a cold

moment was gone, as if their previous intimacy

grasped her delicate chin, leaned in close, his voice so cold it

capable! You’ve learned to