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!”

the vulnerability in her gaze stirring something within him, and after a long silence, he finally spoke in a

Burying 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

struggling. She

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

pill to

heart encased in

he could possess her, even father a child with her–they were both young and fertile. But he also knew that if

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

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 the

instead to

reached out to touch her shoulder, not with any particular intention, just a need to feel her… to confirm that she was

at that moment, Megan

Sullivan’s handsome face paled.