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.

have the desire to. Yet, he was

that had sparked this

her descend into devotion, to see her love with abandon. For Sullivan,

comes at a high

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

had turned frosty after

days, and 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

flew that he had spent a whopping $80 million on a love nest for him and Cressida, which had convinced everyone that no matter how stunning Alena, the big–screen

Cressida found herself fantasizing about the $80 million mansion, longing

her to play

her was just a brief encounter, a moment’s folly.

with a coquettish smile, replied, “It’s because I was the one who woke him

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lowered her voice to remind her daughter, “Cressida, make sure you never tell anyone about the switcheroo. If word gets out, we could lose everything we’ve climbed

chastising her mother, “Mom, what are you talking about? I didn’t pull any switch. It was me who woke