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.

of warm emotions, he didn’t know how to love, nor did he have the desire to. Yet, he

her diary that

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

comes at

Sullivan cleared his mind of the turmoil

turned frosty after

at the company either. The gossip columnists had a field day when they caught him with Cressida,

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 star, was, she couldn’t compare

mansion, longing that Sullivan had really bought

her to play it cool.

a moment’s folly. And that other one at

because I was the one who

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years ago. His feelings for me

then lowered her voice to remind her daughter, “Cressida, make sure you never tell anyone about the switcheroo. If word gets out,

you talking about? I didn’t pull any switch. It was me who woke Mr. Lowry; it had nothing to do