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.

he didn’t know how to love, nor did he have the desire to. Yet, he was fixated on

it was her diary that had sparked

into devotion, to see

at a high price.

cleared his mind of

had turned frosty after the

for 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 of his car, while Sullivan remained

no matter how stunning Alena, the big–screen star, was, she couldn’t compare to the innocent allure of Cressida, the

million mansion,

advised her to

her was just a brief encounter, a moment’s folly. And that other one at home doesn’t seem to be of much use either. So Mr. Lowry seems to hold you closest to

because I was the one who woke him from his coma all

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for me are tinged

you never tell anyone

was me who woke Mr. Lowry; it had nothing to do with Megan. I never pretended