Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 26

He held Megan’s slender neck in one hand, and with the other, he pushed her head down toward him until their foreheads touched. His prominent nose met hers, and his thin lips were just a breath away. The heat of his exhalation made Megan tremble slightly.

She was a mix of emotions, dazed and filled with desire

But deep down, something fell off

She and Sullivan. they shouldn’t be doing this.

In the heat of the moment, Megan nestled against his neck, whispering into his ear, “Sullivan, when are we getting a divorce?”

Sullivan’s body tensed. He pinched her delicate cheek, forcing her to look at him.

Megan’s face was flushed, the blush spreading mature allure. She gazed at him, murmuring unconsciously, “Sullivan, do you know…! don’t like you anymore; I just don’t!”

She repeated it several times

Sullivan’s expression tumed ugly. He gripped her chin, stared at her for a long moment, and then said softly, “Do you think I care?”

He truly didn’t need to care

Because he didn’t love her, because their marriage was a mistake from the start, because…

need to be concerned with childish affections. He just needed an obedient wife,

body was there, on the

needed to possess her. Just like every time before, even if Megan cried her eyes out, he wouldn’t be swayed. But now, seeing the tears in Megan’s eyes, Sullivan didn’t have the heart

a blanket over her

himself in a bathrobe and went

his pale Adam’s apple bobbed

a thin veil of smoke rose around him, casting a hazy

didn’t want to admit how

said she didn’t like him… and the discomfort,

when she had stopped liking him.

a pack of cigarettes, Sullivan stepped out of the bedroom and slowly descended the staircase. His face was

impassive.

was still up and noticed his sour expression. Hadn’t Mr. and Mrs. Lowry

voice was indifferent. “Bring me

Sullivan snuffed out his cigarette and carried his coffee

still faintly sweet, like the fragrance of blooming lotus in June…

the floor.

on the bed, looking at the woman lying

could circle it, her legs well–proportioned. She rubbed against the sheets uncomfortably in

Sullivan’s anger spiked