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 lips

tracing her lips, flirting with a hint of

asked again, “Do you like

lightly.

to her ear, his voice a raspy 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 anger out on! I can’t bring myself to hurt you, and if

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

lifted her

off her hospital gown, skillfully restraining her injured arm to

body.pale against the dark sheets, was a sight he always savored.

his belt and unzipped

wasn’t rough

calculated slowness, he teased and coaxed her tender body, knowing exactly

more

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

shattered her composure, “You first 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

anyone else see her like that!

Especially not Begonia.

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 muffled cries betrayed her as his ministrations grew deeper

Sullivan… please stop!”

go! Don’t

Sullivan was unmoved. He gazed down at the wornan beneath

himh, had been entered twice over. Her lovely face was deep crimson, breathing shallowly against the stark