Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 25

Megan’s head was buzzing with the effects of too much wine–she wasn’t out cold but definitely riding the buzz.

Sullivan guided her to the parking lot, opening the passenger door with one hand and gesturing for her to climb in

Megan wasn’t having it. Though tipsy, she wasn’t beyond sense

Leaning against the car she tilted her head back, lips parting in a sultry, raspy voice, “Sullivan, I don’t want to go home with you! We’re getting a divorce?”

From his taller vantage point, Sullivan’s gaze was fixed on her, taking in her intoxicated allure

He’d never seen Megan quite like this

Clad in a champagne silk blouse and a mermaid skirt, what should’ve been a picture of elegance was now exuding pure femininity. Every curve of her body seemed to be calling out for a touch, for possession.

Sullivan leaned in close, teeth clenched. “Look at yourself now. Where’s that respectable ladylike demeanor gone?”

Megan lifted her gaze to meet his. There was a moment of clarity in her eyes before they clouded over again.

Sullivan stopped trying to reason with her and pushed her into the car, his movements tinged with roughness. Megan fussed about getting out, her body slumped against the seat, mumbling words Sullivan didn’t care to hear.

He was irked.

to fasten her seat belt when he caught sight

Inside

Begonia

as the two

night steeped in

Sullivan leaned over to buckle Megan in. She, half–asleep and groggy,

soft cheek, his voice hoarse. “If not with

he straightened up and faced Begonia

Then,

watchful eyes, Sullivan drove away with Megan.

Begonia’s grip on the steering wheel tightening

night deepened as

The household staff, hearing the arrival, promptly came out to open the car door, asking gently. “Sir, would

noticed Megan and

a detached tone. “Prepare some hangover soup and

maid nodded and

his wife in the passenger seat

slightly in the air–just the sight was enough to stir a man. Sullivan was