Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 131

A slap echoed across the room, the sound hanging in the air as Sullivan’s cheek stung from the impact.

He paused, his gaze lowering to the figure sprawled on the bed. Megan’s chest rose and fell with heavy, uneven breaths; her silk nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her clavicle and hinting at more intimate secrets. Her skin looked pale and fragile, like a porcelain doll in the dim light.

“Starting to fight back now?”

Sullivan’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, his eyes shimmering with an unreadable emotion, though his voice remained

soft.

His fingers closed around hers, pinning them above the pristine white pillowcase… yet he hesitated, motionless.

Megan’s nose was flushed red. She looked up at Sullivan, her voice nothing more than a shattered whisper, “Sullivan, what’s this? Are you forcing me now? If not, then let me go!”

a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse

her cheek into the pillow, she murmured, “There won’t be any children between us or anything else. I can’t afford this game, Sullivan… It’s over between

she stopped struggling. She

could have taken her then, with little resistance, as she had her own Achilles‘ heel–her brother’s well–being was at stake. She couldn’t just throw everything away because he wasn’t done playing his games. No matter how unbearable it became, she still had to play

a bitter pill to swallow, a

heart encased in

and fertile. But he also knew that if he

a long while until Megan’s raspy voice broke the silence, “If you’re not going to do it, then let

and lying down… Her coldness toward him was palpable, even in the way she turned away. Sullivan watched her silently, realizing that the tables had turned. Once upon a time, he had been

choosing instead to lie

particular intention, just a need to feel her… to confirm that she was still

at that moment, Megan

Sullivan’s handsome face paled.