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!”

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

have

at the message, his expression turned dark and

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

they were all adults here, and the subtext was clear – only a man smitten with a woman would feel

Sullivan’s gaze lingered

at the woman beneath him. Her fair face was buried in the pillow, her delicate nose flushed red, and even her

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

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

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

sweat. She was a

previous tendemess had been nothing but a

She kept s

Sullivan’s

burned even hotter.

tormented