Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 102

After their intense encounter, Sullivan released Megan and headed into the bathroom for a shower.

When he emerged, he was the picture of elegance in a crisp suit, while Megan was a disheveled mess, even too exhausted to move.

Sullivan had been rough with her, and it showed. He gave her a disdainful glance, then he snorted and left

the room.

Settling into his sleek black Bentley, he didn’t drive off immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette and took a long, contemplative drag.

Truth be told, the encounter hadn’t been all that satisfying for him either. Megan had been uncomfortable, and it had dampened his spirits too. Still, there was a perverse thrill in the psychological domination.

Just the sight of her pained expression had excited him, and he couldn’t shake it off.

The thin smoke swirled around him, adding an air of mystery as he pondered over his wife and her words.

She had asked him if he was ready to love her, to invest emotionally.

Sullivan chuckled at his own self–deprecation.

did he have the desire to. Yet, he was fixated on Megan’s

that

watch her descend into devotion, to see her love with abandon. For Sullivan, it was a luxury.

always comes at a high price.

his head, Sullivan cleared his mind of the turmoil and drove to

frosty after the

he wasn’t staying at the company either. The gossip columnists had a field day when they caught him with Cressida, who was gazing at him adoringly from the passenger seat of his

on a love nest for him and Cressida, which had convinced everyone that no matter

mansion, longing that Sullivan had really

advised her to

Dahlia said to her, “that Alena from Crossover City has disappeared off the radar. It seems Mr. Lowry’s fling with her was just a brief encounter, a moment’s folly. And that other one at

I was the one who woke him

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years ago. His feelings for me

her daughter, “Cressida, make sure you never tell anyone about the switcheroo. If

any switch. It was me who woke