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…

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

there, on the bed.

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

go, tossing a

a bathrobe and went to the living room to

Sullivan smoked, his pale Adam’s apple bobbed gently, attractive

rose

to admit how

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

when

out of the

impassive.

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

voice was indifferent. “Bring me

mug and quickly left, Sullivan snuffed out his cigarette and carried his

of blooming lotus in June…

the floor.

He sat on the bed, looking at the woman lying

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

Sullivan’s anger spiked