Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 66

A cake–that’s all it took to light up her world!

Sullivan’s thoughts were interrupted by the echo of her words, “Sullivan, I don’t like you anymore.”

Could it be that she had fallen for Begonia?

His expression darkened, and a scoff escaped him.

Suddenly, Sullivan didn’t want to let Megan go! He ripped the document in his hands into two, turning it into a pile of useless scrap

Megan was about to slice the cake.

Sullivan burst through the door, appearing in the hospital room.

She saw his pale face and instinctively tried to hide the cake. It was the only luxury she could enjoy under his watch, a cherished remnant of her childhood memories.

She knew who had sent it. She hadn’t texted a thank you, nor made a call, she simply accepted the gesture.

Megan looked up at Sullivan,

After a moment, Sullivan sat beside her, his gaze shifting from the cake to Megan’s face, his voice unexpectedly tender, “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday? The maid made you a birthday cupcake, and I ate it! How about we share this cake and celebrate a little?”

“Sullivan!”

well. She looked up, her

his fingers gently tracing her lips, flirting with a hint of mischief before he whispered softly, “Begonia’s cake must

“Do you like him?”

lightly.

whisper, “Just asking, no need to get so worked up! Mrs. Lowry, I trust you wouldn’t do anything to betray me, because I really wouldn’t know who else to take my

on the brink of despair, “Sullivan, what do you

she spoke, he lifted her

off her hospital gown, skillfully

dark sheets, was a sight

loosened his belt and unzipped his

wasn’t rough with her

knowing exactly how to stoke her passion, how

more

the while, he watched her face, as if trying to memorize every inch

came three months after we got married. Despite my harshness, your body was so sensitive that the sheets were soaked and you couldn’t sleep! Megan, do you realize how womanly

never let anyone else see

Especially not Begonia.

with shame and discomfort. Tortured by desire, her face blushed with a woman’s allure. She buried her face in the pillow to hide from Sullivan’s gaze, but her

Sullivan… please

Don’t touch me

He gazed down at the wornan beneath him, his

entered twice over. Her lovely