Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 108

Megan’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. Her delicate hand clasped the small drawer shut, preventing him from peering inside. “It’s nothing! Just a new bottle of perfume I bought. I just unwrapped

it.”

“Oh!” Sullivan, however, was uncharacteristically patient, his demeanor slow and deliberate. “Spritz a bit,

let me have a whiff! Isn’t it said that perfume is a woman’s best nightwear?”

His undeniably flirtatious tone was laced with an irresistible dominance.

Megan couldn’t resist it.

In the midst of their conversation, Sullivan had already opened the drawer, and sure enough, there was a bottle of perfume. He picked it up and lightly sprayed a bit behind Megan’s ear. Perhaps it was the shock, but her tender skin there quivered slightly.

Sullivan’s gaze intensified. He held her small, rounded shoulders, his handsome face nestling into the nape of her neck, his prominent nose pressing against that patch of soft skin. His husky whisper was incredibly seductive, “It does smell nice!”

Megan trembled uncontrollably. “Sullivan!” she exclaimed.

Sullivan chuckled lowly, “You’re not even clean yet, so don’t tempt me!”

as if just noticing the diary lying there, he picked it up before Megan could stop him and began to casually flip through it. One arm wrapped around his wife, the

he read it aloud word by

and naive musings of an 18–year–old Megan felt especially

him.

even glance at the cupcakes I made him. Does he dislike me? If he dislikes me, why did he lend me his jacket when I stained my skirt? Could he possibly have feelings for me too? I don’t

Sullivan, these memories were still mortifying, as if Sullivan had stripped her bare for his own inspection. When she bit her lip and was about to speak,

It was Alton’s.

upon seeing the card. If he guessed her intentions to cross him, she couldn’t bear to think of how he might punish or

open her nightgown and ravish her body. Every torture he gave her would tell her that leaving

marriage, she knew Sullivan’s temper all too well. He was always quick to anger,

what she

but merely remarked nonchalantly, “Why do you have Alton’s card? Have you been seeing a

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Chapter 108

She looked down and spoke softly, “I sometimes visit his law firm to

asked a few questions about the case. When he wasn’t being provocative, the mood was much lighter,

Sullivan had lifted