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!”

leaned over to the nightstand,

have no right

Staring at the message, his

from Begonia, no text, just a photo of a cityscape

was clear – only a man smitten with a woman would feel

Sullivan’s gaze lingered

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

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

spoke, he grabbed her, rough and unrestrained. He was intent on causing

stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to plead with him, only letting out a thin, sharp cry when he went

She was a

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

She kept s

Sullivan’s rage b

burned even hotter.

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