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!”

pinning her slender shoulder, he leaned over to the nightstand,

felt humiliated. “Sullivan, you have no right to

her plea. Staring at the message, his expression

no text, just a photo of a cityscape at

here, and the subtext was clear – only a man smitten with a woman would feel the urge to share such moments in

Sullivan’s gaze lingered

flushed red, and even her crying trembled with a woman’s allure; no wonder she was on the

as a lover’s.

he grabbed her, rough and unrestrained. He was intent

the pillow, trying unsuccessfully to break free, allowing him to toy with her. But she stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to plead with him, only

with sweat. She was a mess, enduring

marriage… His previous tendemess had been nothing but a facade; what he truly enjoyed was

She kept s

and Sullivan’s rage

burned even hotter.

Megan over, leaning over her, and tormented her by every means, yet