Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 36

His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Megan, arent you magnanimous now!”

After his biting comment, he shrugged her off and headed for a cold shower

Ten minutes later, Sullivan emerged from the bathroom, drying his thick hair with a towel. He noticed Megan had made a makeshift bed on the couch, clearly planning to tough it out for the night.

It irked him.

The anger he had managed to suppress was bubbling up again. Without thinking, he scooped Megan into his arms, tossed her onto the plush king–size bed, and lay down on top of her his body pressing hers into the mattress.

Megan’s face was buried in the pillow

Sullivan didn’t want to touch her not really. Anger was still stewing in his heart. Just as he was about to let her go, Megan’s phone chimed. A new message.

Sullivan frowned slightly, “Who’s texting you this late at night?”

Pinned down, Megan snapped back, “None of your business!”

a cold laugh. With one hand pinning her slender shoulder, he leaned over to the nightstand,

humiliated. “Sullivan, you have

the message, his expression turned dark

text, just a photo

subtext was clear – only a man smitten

Sullivan’s gaze lingered

her delicate nose flushed red, and even her crying

voice to a whisper as soft as a lover’s. “Sending you messages this late! Tell me… how far have you gone with

he grabbed her, rough and unrestrained.

toy with her. But she stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to

with sweat. She was a mess, enduring

Sullivan, this was their true marriage… His previous tendemess had been nothing but a facade; what he truly

She kept s

and Sullivan’s

burned even hotter.

over her, and tormented her by every