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…

with childish affections. He just needed an obedient wife, a way to

supple body was there, on the

possess her. Just like every time before, even if Megan cried her eyes out, he wouldn’t be swayed. But now, seeing

let her go, tossing a blanket over

he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and

his pale Adam’s apple bobbed gently, attractive and

rose around him, casting a hazy

want to admit how frustrated he

within him when Megan said she didn’t like him… and the discomfort, like something that belonged to him had been taken away!

also didn’t want to guess when she had stopped liking

Sullivan stepped out of the bedroom and slowly descended the staircase. His

impassive.

up and noticed his sour expression. Hadn’t Mr. and Mrs. Lowry been… Intimate? Why did Mr. Lowry look so displeased?

me some coffee to sober

him the mug and quickly left, Sullivan snuffed out his cigarette and carried his coffee upstairs.

the fragrance of blooming lotus in June… Clothes, both his

the floor.

on the bed, looking

legs well–proportioned. She rubbed against the sheets uncomfortably in

Sullivan’s anger spiked