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…

childish affections. He just needed an

body was there, on

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

let her go, tossing a blanket over her carelessly.

himself in a bathrobe and went

Sullivan smoked, his pale Adam’s apple bobbed

of smoke rose around him, casting a hazy

didn’t want to admit how frustrated

want to acknowledge the anger that flared within him when Megan said she didn’t like him… and the discomfort,

also didn’t want to guess when she had

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

impassive.

Mr. and Mrs. Lowry been…

was indifferent. “Bring me some coffee to

the housekeeper handed him the mug and quickly left, Sullivan snuffed

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

the floor.

the

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

Sullivan’s anger spiked