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!”

She looked up,

out, his fingers gently tracing her lips, flirting with a hint of

again, “Do you like him?”

eyes lightly. “No! Sullivan,

close 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

“Sullivan, what do you

spoke, he lifted her onto the bed.

resist, but with a swift tug, he stripped off her hospital gown, skillfully restraining her injured

against the dark sheets, was a sight he

his belt and unzipped his trousers.

wasn’t rough with her

calculated slowness, he teased and coaxed her tender body, knowing exactly how to stoke her passion, how

more

if trying to memorize

words that 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

let anyone

Especially not Begonia.

the pillow to hide from Sullivan’s gaze, but her muffled cries betrayed her as his ministrations

Sullivan… please

go! Don’t touch me there!

He gazed down at the wornan beneath him, his eyes devoid of

had been entered twice over. Her lovely face was deep