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.

a past, such a man, she wanted none of

faded, and she said word for word. “Find someone

turned to

second, she was enveloped

his handsome face nuzzled against her ear, carrying the faint scent of aftershave that

body shivered

his long hands moving over her thin frame, easily overcoming her defenses

tilted her head back slightly. Her thin legs in high heels, fair and slender, couldn’t stop trembling… Sullivan knew her body too well. If he was in the mood, he could play her like an instrument, making

Just like now!

to her slender back, his hands

who will satisfy

wild! Which ordinary man could easily satisfy

listened in shame, struggling desperately.

been Mrs. Lowry for three

in making her cry out and break down. Sometimes, Megan thought he had a psychological issue, delighting in

was getting more and more

couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped him across the

froze. This was the first time she had struck him–a first for the distinguished Mr. Lowry to be slapped by a woman, and by none other than his

immediately

their previous intimacy had been nothing but an illusion.

voice so

become capable! You’ve learned to hit